“Lunch? Erik can treat us at the pub.”
Originally, Lauren had been Erik’s friend. Andreas had come to the UK with nobody but his then-boyfriend in his social circle. And being nearly fluent in English didn’t mean that he’d known the first thing about the English. They were a confusing, contradictory bunch whose international reputation was nothing like the real deal—and even worse, nothing like their more famous American cousins. Andreas had been utterly lost. Madcap Erik hadn’t helped much.
Of Erik’s best friends in Mike, Jo and Lauren, it had been Lauren to take to Andreas first, albeit initially for very selfish reasons. She wanted to learn a language. Andreas knew three. Perfect. So Andreas had found himself with a new boyfriend, still struggling to understand ‘latte’ or ‘mocha’ in Yorkshire accents at the coffee shop, and giving Spanish lessons to a Mancunian on Thursday evenings.
Now he’d more or less poached Lauren from Erik, and had no intention of handing her back.