Astonishingly fine in anything, I suspected.
That night, I almost turned around and went back inside the house. But he nodded hello, and it would’ve been rude to ignore him, wouldn’t it? I just felt very…small towncompared to him. And that was both inhibiting and exciting. He passed me one of the bottles of beer propped up at the gate and we chatted for a while. I can’t remember exactly what about, except for the bike. Maybe something about uni, which tutors were good, which bad. Any mutual friends we knew, where we went drinking in the evenings, what music we listened to. It was relaxed; we found plenty in common. But I do remember the way my heart seemed to beat double-time and how dry my mouth was.
I’d never had that reaction to anyone before in my life.