‘He’s sending a car!’ Jess exclaimed to Emma over a curry on Sunday evening.
‘Well that’s more like it isn’t it? Certainly beats being spun around in a shaky old GTI.’
Jess made a face and ripped off a piece of naan bread.
Emma continued. ‘I’m sorry to be brutal, Jess, but we now need to find you a suitable man. And from what I’ve seen, you’re now saying Sam Beresford ticks all the right boxes.’
‘I don’t think I’ll ever feel the same electricity as I had with Dan.’
‘Yes, but what you will feel is his generosity and kindness. You also said that you actually quite fancied kissing him again.’
‘Yeah – he is sexy.’
‘So, give it a chance – go for dinner, be casual, and just see what happens. It’s great you’re going on a date. I’m really pleased, Jess. It’s about time.’
‘I still miss, Dan, you know.’
‘No you don’t, Jess, you just miss the idea of being with somebody. Once somebody else sweeps you off your feet, it won’t be just Hope saying Dan who? It will be you as well.’ Emma refilled her plate with chicken dhansak. ‘At least he’ll know and hopefully like the same music as you. Adam Freefield, or whatever his name is, will soon be a distant memory. Will Young, Robbie, and U2 can be embraced back with open arms.’ Emma was on a roll now. ‘No screaming two-year-old waking you up at 6 a.m., no having to pay for weekends away. He’ll probably even know what a threepenny bit looks like.’
‘OK, Em, I’ve got the picture.