Clara's POV:
"Sorry," I apologise as I fall into the booth.
I unravel myself from my coat and scarf and remove my gloves. It's cold outside. So cold I think it could snow; it won't though. It never snows.
"It's okay," Anna smiles happily. "I've just been looking at the menu."
"What's good?" I ask. I've never eaten here before. It's still pretty new.
"The steak is always a win," Anna tells me. "So, what's wrong?"
"What's right?" I mutter more to myself than to Anna.
"It can't be that bad," my optimistic friend tells me.
"It is." I know I sound like a stubborn child but I can't help it. "Andrew kissed me."
"What?" That got her attention. "When? How? Where? How many times?"
"Twice," I tell her. I can do facts. It's the emotions that those facts inspire that are the problem. "Once in the lift on our way to a meeting and then again in my office."
"Sh*t." She blows out a long whistle. "You know maybe Elle was right... maybe he does like you."