Chapter 6

“I was thinking, ah, wondering, Owen, if you’d maybe, with me, sometime, fancy seeing dinner and eating a movie.”

Owen looked puzzled. Max’s ears caught up with his mouth.

“I mean the other way around. Move a dinner…No, hang on. I got confused. Can I start over? Or…I’ll shut up. Sorry.” And then maybe he can find a way up to the roof and throw himself off it.

The barman dropped the bags of crisps on the tray, and Owen paid the bill and picked up the tray. “Let’s go and sit down, eh?”