self permanently. Like the way I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty and it was so painful and awkward and bad, and since then I’ve always felt like exactly the kind of person that would happen to, even though before then I didn’t. And now I just feel like the kind of person whose life partner would fall out of love with them after several years, and I can’t find a way not to be that kind of person anymore.
Are you working on anything new out there in the middle of nowhere? Or just taking recalcitrant local boys out on dates? I miss you! All my love. E.
5
In the chilled section of a convenience shop, Felix was browsing a selection of ready meals with a slightly unfocused look on his face. It was three o’clock in the afternoon on a Thursday and white light fixtures hummed overhead. The doors at the front of the shop parted but he didn’t turn around. He replaced a ready meal on a shelf and took out his phone. There were no new notifications. Inexpressively he put the device back in his pocket, lifted a plastic box off the shelf as if at random, walked over to the till, and paid.
On his way out of the shop, in front of the fresh fruit display, he paused. Alice was standing there looking at apples, lifting the apples one after another and examining them for defects. Recognising her, he began to stand a little differently, straighter. It was not clear at first whether he would greet her or just exit without saying hello – he himself didn’t seem to know. Holding the ready meal in one hand, he tapped it on the side of his leg absent-mindedly. At that, maybe hearing him or just becoming aware of his presence in her peripheral vision, she did turn, and noticed him, and immediately tucked her hair behind her ears.
Hello there, she said.
Hey. How are you getting on?
I’m good, thanks.
Make any friends yet? he asked.
Absolutely not.
He smiled, tapped the ready meal on his leg again, and looked around at the exit. Ah here, he said. What are we going to do with you? You’ll go mad up there on your own.
Oh, I already am, she said. But then maybe I already was before I arrived.
Mad, were you? You seemed pretty normal to me.
Not a word I often hear in connection with myself, but thank you.
They stood there looking at one another until she lowered her eyes and touched her hair again. He glanced over his shoulder once more at the exit, and then back at her. It was difficult to tell if he was enjoying her discomfort or simply taking pity on her. For her part, she seemed to feel obliged to continue standing there as long as he wanted to talk.
Have you given up on the old dating app, then? he said.
With a smile, looking directly at him, she replied: Yes, the last attempt didn’t exactly inspire confidence, if you don’t mind my saying so.
Did I put you off men entirely?
Oh, not just men. People of all genders.
He laughed and said: I didn’t think I was that bad.
No, you weren’t. But I was.
Ah, you were alright.
He frowned in the direction of the fresh vegetables before speaking again. She looked more relaxed now and watched him neutrally.
You could come around the house tonight if you want to meet people, he said. Some of the gang from work will be there.
Are you having a party?
He made a face. I don’t know, he said. I mean, there will be people there, so. A party or whatever you would call it, yeah. Nothing big, though.
She nodded, moving her mouth around without showing her teeth. That sounds nice, she said. You’ll have to remind me where you live.
I’ll throw it into Google Maps for you if you have it, he said.
She took her phone from her pocket and opened the app. Handing him the device, she said: Are you off work today?
He typed his address into the search bar without looking up. Yeah, he said. They have me on really random shifts this week. He handed her back the phone to show her the address: 16 Ocean Rise. The screen displayed a network of white streets on a background of grey, beside a blue area representing the sea. Sometimes they hardly need you in there at all, he added. And then some weeks you’re in every day. Drives me mad. He looked around again at the till, seemingly in a different mood now. I’ll see you this evening, will I? he said.
If you’re sure you’d like me to come, she answered.
Up to yourself. I would go off my bean if I was out there on my own all day. But maybe you like it.
No, I don’t really. I’d like to come, thank you for asking me.
Yeah, well, no big deal, he said. There’ll be a fair few people there anyway. See you later, then, have a good day.
Without making eye contact with her again, he turned around and left the shop. She looked back at the box of fresh apples, and, as if now feeling it would be inappropriate to continue examining them in any detail, as if the whole process of searching for bruises on the exterior surface of fruit had been rendered ridiculous and even shameful, she picked one up and proceeded to the refrigerator aisle.
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16 Ocean Rise was a semi-detached house, with the projecting left half of the facade in red brick and the right half painted white. A low wall separated its concrete front yard from that of its neighbour. The curtains were drawn on the window facing the street, but the lights were on inside. Alice stood at the door wearing the same clothes she had been wearing earlier. She had put powder on her face, which made her skin look dry, and she was carrying a bottle of red wine in her left hand. She rang the bell and waited. After a few seconds, a woman about her own age opened the door. Behind her the hallway was bright and noisy.
Hi, said Alice. Does Felix live here?
Yeah, yeah. Come on in.
The woman let her inside and closed the door. In her hand she was holding a chipped mug that seemed to contain some kind of cola. I’m Danielle, she said. The lads are just down here. In the kitchen at the end of the hall, six men and two women were seated in various positions around the table. Felix was sitting on the counter by the toaster, drinking directly from a can. He didn’t get up when he saw Alice enter, he just nodded
his head at her. She followed Danielle into the room, toward the fridge, near where he was sitting.
Hey, he said.
Hi, said Alice.
Two of the people in the room had turned to look at her, while the others continued the conversation they had been having before. Danielle asked Alice if she wanted a glass for her wine and Alice said sure. While she was rooting in the cupboard, Danielle said: So how do you know each other?
We met on Tinder, said Felix.
Danielle stood up, holding a clean wine glass. And this is your idea of a date? she said.
How romantic.
We already tried going on a date, he said. She said it turned her off men for life.
Alice tried to catch Felix’s eye, perhaps to smile at him, to show that she found this remark amusing, but he wasn’t looking at her.
I wouldn’t blame her, said Danielle.
Putting her bottle down on the counter, Alice looked at the CD library stored along the kitchen wall. Lots of albums, she said.
Yeah, they’re mine, Felix replied.
She ran her finger along the spines of the plastic jewel cases, withdrawing one slightly from its slot so it hung out like a tongue. Danielle had by then started speaking to a
woman who was sitting on the kitchen table, and another man had come over to open the fridge. Gesturing in her direction, he said to Felix: Who’s this?
This is Alice, said Felix. She’s a novelist.