him. ‘Anything I can do?’
Marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me.
I leaned over to give him a light kiss, then turned back to the sink. There was no way I was leaving New York. Just no way.
‘What could you do?’ I asked.
Marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me.
‘I don’t know,’ he said, pushing my hair out of my face and giving it a tug. ‘There was this guy on our lighting crew once and he needed, like, letters of recommendation? I could write a letter.’
‘Recommending me for what exactly?’
He raised an eyebrow and gave me a heart-stopping smile.
‘Pretty sure that won’t count towards me being an “extraordinary alien”,’ I replied. ‘As far as I know.’
‘I think you’re extraordinary.’ Alex took my hand out from under the cold tap. I’d been so preoccupied with looking at his face, I’d forgotten it was there. ‘That’s got to count for something.’
Only if you marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me.
‘Counts for everything with me,’ I replied. ‘Not so much with the INS.’
‘Those sons of bitches.’
For a moment everything froze. Alex looked at me with his big green eyes, suddenly serious. I stared back with my baby blues, hoping they weren’t bloodshot or panda-like. He held my hand tightly and cleared his throat. I held my breath. Oh. My. God.
‘Angela,’ he started slowly. ‘I don’t want you to leave. You know that, don’t you?’
‘I do now,’ I squeezed his hand. ‘And you know I don’t want to leave.’
‘I do now,’ he said. ‘I want you here. With me.’
I nodded, a giant lump in my throat stopping any words from actually escaping. Probably my subconscious trying to stop me cocking this up. Clever subconscious.
‘I love you.’
‘Mm-hmm.’
‘This is it for me. You and me, this is it. Everything’s going to be OK, right? With the visa?’
This was it. This was my chance to show him the letter, to tell him I only had four weeks to find a way to stay. Simple as that. Except it wasn’t. My blood pressure soared and then crashed. It was too much pressure. It wasn’t fair. Basically, I was still too scared that he’d run for the hills. Brilliant.
‘Mmm-hmm.’
‘It’ll all be fine.’ He let go of my hand and pulled me into a hug. ‘You’ll find a way.’
I breathed out, gasping for air. He broke the hug and kissed me on the forehead.
‘Now, let me find some pants and we’ll go eat. Sound good?’
‘Sounds bloody brilliant,’ I replied. ‘Pants. Dinner. Done.’
He gave me a self-satisfied smile and sauntered off towards the bedroom.
Bloody hell.
‘And so we had to drag his ass out of there before her dad took his head off with a sword.’ Alex shook his head and inhaled another taco. ‘Seriously, the guy had a sword. After that, Graham didn’t let him out of his sight the whole trip. He was like, grounded for a month.’
‘Oh, Craig.’ I stirred my drink with my fourth straw. I’d already dropped two and snapped one. It was safe to say I was distracted. ‘He really shouldn’t be allowed out on his own, ever.’
‘Yeah, we should have known better than to take him to Japan. The groupies were insane.’ Alex expertly inhaled half a taco in one mouthful.
‘Wow.’
‘And since Graham is gay, I had to deal with all of them,’ he went on. ‘So many groupies. Seriously. I thought it was gonna kill me.’
‘Yeah?’ I stared out of the window of La Esquina, watching Williamsburg walk by, trying to commit it all to memory.
‘Yeah, sometimes there were a hundred a night.’
‘Wow.’
‘You’re just not listening, are you?’
‘What? With the what?’ It was possible that my inability to string a sentence together was going to damage my plan to get a visa based on my talent as a writer.
‘I thought I was the one who was supposed to be out of it,’ Alex said, looking towards my plate and giving me a hopeful look. ‘You gonna eat that?’
I pushed it towards him and leaned back in my chair. Jet lag made him into a complete pig. It was ridiculously cute. But no matter how happy I was to have him home and to be consuming my own body weight in Mexican food, I was distracted. I stuck my hand in my knackered MJ bag to check the time on my phone but instead found a text from Jenny.
‘911, call me!’
I looked over at Alex, who was happily truffling up my leftover fajitas. I had time to make a call.
‘Jenny wants me to ring her – I’ll just be a sec.’ I stood up as Alex nodded, merrily piling as much food as humanly possible into a flour tortilla. Happy as a clam. Not that I could see why stupid clams were so happy. Plucked out of the ocean where they were perfectly happy and dropped in some pasta sauce. Stupid saying. Stupid clams. Anyway, Jenny …
‘Hi, are you OK?’ I stepped outside into the chill night air and watched my breath appear in a bright white puff. ‘Is everything OK?’
‘It’s fine,’ she answered immediately. ‘Jesus, calm down.’
‘You said 911.’ I hugged my arms around myself. Jesus Christ, it was cold. I could actually hear my mum in my head asking where my coat was. Inside. On the back of my chair. As opposed to when I was sweating like a bastard wearing it in Jenny’s office. Sigh. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Yeah, the house isn’t burning down, I just need a favour,’ she said, yawning. ‘I’m running an event tomorrow night, just like a cocktail party for one of our fashion clients, and we’re down a waitress. Bitch I hired quit to go to some shitty audition.’
I pursed my lips. ‘I don’t see how this relates to me.’
‘Because you’re broke as shit?’
I was broke as shit.
‘You want me to waitress for you?’ Was this a brilliant friend doing me a brilliant favour or a new low? I wasn’t sure. ‘At a cocktail party?’
‘Yeah,’ Jenny confirmed. ‘It’ll be great. It’s super-low key, just a couple of hours in an awesome apartment in Tribeca. It won’t even be like work. You’ll just be
