Pete shuffled along the aisles of Sainsbury’s at leisure. He was ten minutes early. He had also realised he’d forgotten his deodorant and had already begun to sweat in the overheated tube tunnel. He grabbed a stick of Lynx Africa and a packet of Wrigley’s Extra Ice White. He ran his fingers along the wares of the biscuit aisle. No intention to buy. Just looking at the Marylands. He reached the end of the section and swung round to the self-checkouts, assisted by the gravity slingshot of a stack of two litre soda waterbottles and special-offer Tangfastics. And there, by the bagging area, was David. Ten minutes early. “Hi.”