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something special, just for its first time out in public.
    At around six, we drove back into town and sat outside a café in the shade, sipping iced lattes, surrounded by all our bags. I was trying to look at my hair in my tiny little makeup mirror. In fact, I’d spent the whole day trying to catch sight of it in shop windows. This is my favorite haircut ever. I remembered I’d meant to ask Krystina more about how she felt about Jeff (but really subtly!), before I’d started getting totally seduced by the total body makeover she’d dragged me on. I tried to ease the subject into our conversation. Krystina was talking about how much she liked the songs Jeff had put on to her iPod, so I said, “Well, I think Jeff thinks you’re amazing.”
    Okay, okay, that’s not subtle at all. But Jeff should realize that there is no point leaving things unsaid forever when you only have a month left in someone’s country. You have to let a girl know how you feel eventually or give up on her. Krystina tilted her head to one side and smiled.
    “Really?”
    “Well,” I said, thinking I should give Jeff a chance to back out. “All I mean is, he’s always talking about how cool you are—that’s why I was so keen to meet you.”
    “Ahh,” she said, and her smile stayed the same, but her eyes seemed to dim—or was I looking too hard? “Okay. Well, I think Jeff’s amazing, too.” Quite honestly, I just can’t tell whether she likes him or not. Her phone rang, then.
    “Yeah, yeah! We’re here, come along now,” Krystina said, hanging up. She turned to me and said, “Okay, there’s someone coming and you’re going to love me for bringing him . ”
    At that exact moment, Adam walked in, and I was thinking, Oh my God, does everyone know about this?
    Actually, it’s really, really late and I’ve been typing for hours and can’t concentrate, I need to write this properly tomorrow. I can hear Jeff snoring away in his bedroom and I’m yawning too much to see my screen.

july 29
    I hope I still like my hair this morning. I’m looking at it now, but I just slept on it and bits are sticking up at the back. Hmm, but it brushes back into shape so easily. Yes, I still love it. Now, I need to finish off yesterday’s entry.
    Okay: there was cold coffee, me, Krystina, and Adam. I thought I’d mentioned him to her and hadn’t disguised that I was interested in him, but things were moving too quickly! Adam came right over and a thought suddenly crossed my mind: if Krystina’s here he’s going to forget I’m in the room. But it was me he was looking at, smiling his little half-smile. He said, “Hey, how’s your holiday going?”
    “Hi. I love it here,” I said—when I’m nervous I seem to be able to hear myself talking and my voice always sounds high, like a little kid’s. “Do you two know each other, then?”
    “Er, yes,” Adam said. “We’ve met a couple of times… through your brother, actually. Krystina?”
    Krystina smiled and nodded but didn’t say anything to him, which seemed strange when she’d just called him and asked him to come along. And why didn’t he seem to be sure of her name?
    “How’s everything going?” Adam asked me. “The hair is… Wow, your hair’s great. Looks really good.”
    “Thanks,” I said. “It’s a lot easier to manage now. Less hot.” Come on, brain, I was thinking, be funny, be witty. Think of something good to say.
    “So, can I get you both another coffee or something?” Adam asked, hopping from one foot to the other and rubbing his palms together sideways—he looked a bit nervous and very cute.
    “Oh, yes, please,” I said. “Just a small peppermint tea, please.”
    “Green tea for me,” Krystina said. “Thank you so much .”
    When he’d gone, I said, “What? Why did you ask Adam to come? Does he know I fancy him?”
    “I didn’t ask Adam to come—I barely know the guy,” Krystina said. “He just walked in. Princeton’s a small town. You really ‘