Elyss made a point of leaving work on time that night. All three of her flatmates were home when she arrived. Nikki was looking a little better than she had last Monday, Elyss was glad to note.
‘Do you want to share in the Spanish omelette and salad I’m conjuring up?’ Victoria asked cheerfully.
Her Spanish omelettes were most adventurous, Elyss had discovered, consisting mainly of anything left over and cooked inside beaten eggs. ‘Thanks, but no. I’m—er—having dinner out tonight,’ Elyss declined, and knew she had gone red when three pairs of eyes stared at her.
‘You’re blushing!’ Victoria teased. ‘You’ve got a date! You’ve actually accepted...’
‘Leave her alone, Victoria, there’s a love.’ This came quietly from Louise.
Elyss looked over to her. Louise was clearer thinking than either Victoria or Nikki. Elyss was fairly certain that Louise had twigged that for ‘date’ she should read ‘second interview with Saul Pendleton’.
‘Anyone want a cup of tea?’ Elyss asked, her ‘date’ not up for discussion.
‘I’ll make it,’ Victoria volunteered sunnily. ‘You go and shower and make yourself stunning for Mr Mystery.’
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