‘I know nothing about it.’
‘They filmed some ofMamma Miathere.’
‘Ollie and I loved that movie,’ Will says, and I wish I hadn’t mentioned it. ‘Oh, I need to add that to my list.’
An idea forms as I stretch out. ‘Maybe we could go together. One day.’
His eyes light up, and he claps his hands together. ‘I’d love that.’
I’ve never resented my life, but I do feel frustration. I’m happy, but wistful. Like I’m craving a life that could have been but never was. Maybe it is time to think about what it is I want.
‘Sometimes I wish we hadn’t come here.’
‘But then you wouldn’t have No Name.’
‘Exactly.’ I toss the salad in my bowl, lost in thought. ‘Maybe I’d have something in Wales, or the UK. Maybe I’d have a franchise. I thought about franchising No Name, maybe taking it through Greece, but that’s a lot of effort, and I work enough as it is.’
‘You work a lot, then?’ Will asks.
‘This is the first day I’ve had off in a while,’ I tell him.
‘Why?’
‘I wanted to be with you.’
It’s daring of me to say it, but it’s the truth.
‘I’m not distracting you from work, am I?’ The way he asks it feels shy.
‘Not at all. I think you’re the distraction I needed.’
Will is my vacation, my holiday destination.
Will stares at me, and I can feel my own heart thudding. But nothing is said as the waiter comes over, checking if everything is okay.
Will leans back, tearing his eyes away from mine. ‘Best salad and wine ever.’
‘I’m pleased,’ the waiter says.
Will’s phone buzzes with another text message, and I see him withdraw into the world of digital.
‘He’s asking if I want a drink tonight.’
‘Do you?’
But Will’s already texting, finger and thumbs hitting the screen.
He puts his phone down, a tense expression on his face.
‘I’m meeting Ollie tonight,’ Will blurts.
‘Oh.’ My shoulders sag, but I quickly recover, reaching for my wine.
‘I’ve got to speak to him.’
‘Right.’ My eyes scan the restaurant, meeting the waiters. ‘Can we get the bill?’
He nods.
