Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead?

He could feel her laughter against his chest, and at that moment he thought that there was no better feeling than making Emma Morley laugh.

No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.

Well, I don't think Hollywood's a dirty word at all, I love a lot of Hollywood films.

Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.

She glanced at the other diners, all of them going into their act, and thought is this what it all boils down to? Romantic love, is this all it is, a talent show?

And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. 'What's up?' he asked. 'Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just...' She looked up at him. 'I thought I'd finally got rid of you.' 'I don't think you can.' he said