"so yeah. we hired a van,
packed our bags and drove down south,"
he said. "me, jasper, ryan, uh, that gang,
about eight, nine of us,
got down to donnybrook and this motorbike came along
he motioned with his hands-
"crashed straight into the windshield."
sophie flinched. "what?"
"well yeah. anyways,
none of us were hurt,
i don't even know how that happened,
and that guy just stares at us all
he glances across and her eyes flick
back at him,
and he swallows.
the ground was muddy beneath his feet-
it had rained for the first time in months
that thursday. "and he's sitting there next
to his motorbike,
just fucking sitting there and
he's laughing his head off,"
he turns, watches her again-
how could he not?- and he caught
her lips hanging
a millimetre between them,
the light shifted.
and for a moment she stared back unashamedly,
and he could feel his heart
in his fingers,
if he could give it to h