paused for a bit too long. ‘Sort of. I’ll explain later.’
I followed him into the living room. Ben was in his usual position, lying full length across one of the sofas, bare feet and lanky legs dangling off the end, a litre bottle of Coke by his side. He was sweaty, like he’d not long been home from the gym.
Theirs was such a boy flat. It was sparse and functional, yet still managed to look untidy. The front room consisted of a large flat-screen TV, two sofas, a coffee table and an Ikea rug that should never have been bought in cream because it had rarely seen a vacuum cleaner in the two years they had lived here. Shelves crammed with DVDs and books in no particular order and curtains that didn’t quite stretch across the width of the whole window. No surprises, then, that they affectionately referred to their home as ‘the pigsty’.
‘So have you heard the big news?’ Ben said when he finally took his eyes off the TV and registered my presence.
‘No,’ I looked at Rob, confused.
‘Pinky’s gay,’ Ben blurted out, shifting himself sideways to get a proper view of both of our faces.
Rob smirked: ‘Don’t flatter yourself.’
‘Oh, it’s nothing to do with me – though if he fancies me, who can blame him? Pinky always goes for the guys. C’mon, bet you’ve noticed too, haven’t you Amber?’ He winked at me.
‘Enlighten me, Ben,’ I said cynically. I could tell he was desperate to get on with his story.
‘Nina’s bulldog, Freddie: Male. Can’t stop sniffing around his rear every time he comes over. The cat from next door: It’s a Tom, and Pinky’s entire face lights up every time he jumps over the fence. His trotters could barely move fast enough when he tried to chase him the other morning, I saw it with my own eyes. And I’m not joking, he takes an unhealthy shine to your and my boxers in the laundry basket, Rob, mate. You might not have noticed, but I certainly have.’
I chuckled and dug Rob in the ribs. ‘Got competition, have I?’
‘What is it they say?’ Rob asked, stooping to gently place Pinky on the floor and ushering him towards Ben. ‘Takes one to know one?’
‘Oh, I’ve got nothing against gays, you know that, Rob. Two of my best mates are gay and I went to a gay wedding last year – granted most of the guests fancied me, but that’s another story. No, I’m wondering if there’s a marketing opportunity here – “Meet Britain’s First Gay Miniature Pig” – I can see him being a hit in Soho. Don’t you think, Amber?’
I tried not to laugh.
Rob scowled in mock irritation. ‘Pinky and I are going to make dinner, and if you’re on our side you’re invited to join us, Amber. Get yourself a takeaway Ben.’
‘Flouncing off in a strop – so camp!’ Ben uttered, turning back around and taking the TV off pause.
I followed Rob into the kitchen and watched him lovingly top up Pinky’s bowl of slop. The fact he was an animal lover was one of the things I adored about Rob. He couldn’t walk past a cat in the street without stopping to give it a stroke.
‘So, tell me more about your day,’ I said, opening the fridge on the hunt for white wine. Rob failed to hear me; he seemed lost in thought.
‘You okay?’
‘Hey?’ He almost jumped. ‘Sorry, just sorting Pinky out then I’ll get dinner on. We’re having fish. Okay with you?’
‘Sounds great. Do you have any wine in here?’
‘There’s a bottle in my bag in the hallway, should still be slightly cold.’ He seemed nervous and it wasn’t like him not to open a bottle straight after a stressful day at work.
He was making me feel jittery too. I found the wine and returned to find Rob scrolling through emails on his phone. He was lost in thought as I unscrewed the top and poured us each a glass.
‘Shall I get the oven on then?’ I asked.
Finally, after dinner on our laps in front of some terrible sci-fi film Ben refused to turn off, Rob opened up. We were in his bedroom and I was reading an email from my boss, Joseph, who wanted a load of changes to the clothes I’d chosen for our latest window display at Selfridges.
‘How was I supposed to know he wanted muted candy colours rather than brights?’ I moaned. ‘He could have mentioned the fact two weeks ago when I started pulling it all together. It’s so frustrating.’ Rob was miles away. ‘And he’s asked me to come into work naked tomorrow.’
‘Eh?’ He’d spent the last ten minutes fiddling with the iPod dock, but there was still no sound coming out.
‘He’s asked me to… nothing. Perhaps you can tell me what happened at work? You’re clearly not listening to me.’
He turned and sat on the bed next to me. Then he looked at me earnestly. ‘Louise, the series producer, had a chat with me about a pitch the company’s just won for a shoot in New York,’ he began.
‘New York, wow,’ I uttered, though I felt my stomach knot as I sensed what was coming.
‘It’s to make a fly-on-the-wall series about Angel Wear.’
‘As in, Angel Wear, the underwear company?’ I asked.
‘Right,’ he said, avoiding eye contact. The knot in my stomach was pulled tighter. ‘She’s asked if I want to produce it – there’ll be directing involved too.’
‘In New York?’ I repeated, just to check I’d heard correctly. A mental image of the Angel Wear lingerie models popped into my head, all tanned, long-limbed perfection.
‘Yes, it would mean moving out there – for at least three months, maybe longer.’
I took a moment to process this. ‘Do you want to do it?’
‘I don’t know.’ He looked truly pained.
‘Well, when do you have to let her know?’
‘As soon as possible, they’re keen to get visas in place and a team out there in the next few weeks.’
I knew I must look as if I was desperately trying not to cry, every muscle in my face straining to retain its composure. I ached for him to pull me into a big bear hug and kiss my forehead reassuringly. But he didn’t. I’m not even sure he noticed my strange facial expression because he just lay back on the bed and sighed.
‘Listen Amber, I’m not sure about all the details yet, maybe I won’t take it, I thought I wanted to move away from this kind of telly. But it’s an opportunity to direct. I’m going to talk to Lou properly in the morning. I just wanted you to be in the loop.’
I managed to utter the words, ‘Yes, great, just got something in my eye,’ and escaped to the bathroom where I locked the door behind me. I sat on the side of the bath and held my head in my hands as I tried to imagine what this meant for us. Finally, I find someone I really like – someone I think I love; someone I can imagine building a life with – and now he’s going to move to New York. Maybe I’m
