Three and a Half Years Ago.
Uncannily Similar: So. How are you finding it then?
I’ve only been with the company a few days, the work we do is stressful and hugely competitive. He’s fucking ‘sizing me up’ isn’t he?
Me: Fine. Done it before so no problem really.
I’ve seen him in action ands he’s fucking good at what he does. But I’m not going to let him know it.
U.S: So. [Clocking I’m the same age as him] Married then?
Me: No. Just separated actually.
U.S: Shit. Sorry. No kids though?
Me: A son and a daughter as it happens.
U.S: Fuck. Really. Sorry. Still see them loads though?
Me: Bit up in the air at the minute to be honest.
U.S: Shit. Bollocks. Fuck.
He stops walking, as do I. His shoulders relax and he drops the ‘pissing contest’ thing.
U.S: How am I doing?
Me: Three out of three so far.
We grin at each other.
U.S: Few of us going for a drink tonight if you’re interested.
Me: Why not.
The next week our boss makes us work together.
Two and a half years later I cry at his wedding.
I pretend I have something in my eye.