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fancy ’ him?” She seemed amused by the word. Is it just a British word?
    “Yeah, I’m starting to—I mean, I’m starting to really fancy him.”
    “Huh,” she said absently, nodding. “But I thought you’d decided to have a fling with a foreigner.” I glanced over at the line. Adam was looking down at his sneakers. I love his legs.
    “I love his legs,” I said out loud, without thinking, but Krystina didn’t seem to hear me. It was probably such an incredibly crazy thing to say that she ignored it. “He was once really lovely to me, back in England, but I didn’t know him, and I didn’t think very much about it. But I feel that, you know, our paths crossing again all the way out here, that’s weird, isn’t it? And maybe it means something and maybe…Oh, gosh, wait, you said you’d invited someone along? Who was that?”
    “My brother,” Krystina said, and her face had brightened, but she was looking past me. “Kyle. He’s just coming now. There he is.”
    A perfect, tanned blond jock walked past the coffee-shop window and pushed open the door. He quickly spotted Krystina and flashed us both two rows of the same ridiculously white and even teeth that his sister uses to break my brother’s heart.
    “Heyyyy,” he said, striding across to us in two steps. “You must be Livvie. My sister’s already told me you’re a lot of fun.”
    You know what, I think you never want to be described as a lot of fun to anyone, particularly a boy. I think I’m not a lot of fun for one thing, and even if I were sometimes a bit of fun, “a lot” is too much to live up to.
    “Well, I’ve been having a lot of fun with your sister,” I said. “Oh, wow, you really look like each other.”
    “Hah-hah-hah-hah-hahhhhh,” Kyle laughed, grabbing the spare chair and turning it backwards, then sliding himself into it, all in one graceful movement.
    I looked up at Adam, who was still in line but was now talking to the server and not watching us. The place was full and I couldn’t see any spare seats, and as bloody usual , as soon as I had the chance to speak to Adam, another bloke had popped up to sit in his place.
    But Adam hadn’t come in to see us, so maybe he didn’t want to sit with us anyway. Still, as I watched the server laughing at whatever Adam was saying to her, I was growing more worried about the lack of space at our table when Adam came back. I’d stopped listening to Kyle and his weird giant’s laugh, which seemed to come at the end of all his sentences. And at the end of all of my sentences. The laugh had a kind of “fee fi fo fum” quality.
    “Do you want to have dinner with us tomorrow?” Kyle asked. “We’re thinking of going to the Fish ’n’ Chip shop. You can talk us through the menu.” He said this in a ridiculously bad English accent that made me giggle. Kyle was encouraged by my giggling, adding, “Hah-hah-hahh!” I turned back to face him.
    “I think Jeff is going to take me to the pictures tomorrow evening,” I said, shrugging.
    “The pictures ? Do you live in the nineteen thirties? Hah-hahhahhhh!” Kyle laughed.
    “Er, I…,” I said.
    “To the ‘picture show’? Hah-hah-hahhhh!”
    “Yeah, ha-ha, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to —”
    “What are you seeing?” Krystina asked.
    “The new Matt Damon film,” I said, but my eyes had already traveled back to Adam, who was walking towards us now balancing the three drinks.
    “I really want to see that, too!” Krystina said. “We can go in Kyle’s car. Why don’t we take you both?”
    “Well, I could talk to Jeff about it….”
    Argh, this was too much pressure—I didn’t like making decisions for other people, or turning people down. I really wasn’t warming to Krystina’s brother, Kyle. He seemed to be sort of an idiot; he was very loud, and he was making fun of me for being British all the time. By now Adam had come back with cups stacked on top of one another for me and Krys, only to find a big,