"YOU!"

"What...? No it can't be! What the hell are you doing on a dating site? You only have to walk into a room and you get offers left, right and centre!" Sam shouted.

"That's not me any more! Anyway, I could ask you the same question!" Phil retorted.

"One word : Jo. But I asked you first!" Sam replied childishly.

"Alright, alright. I got an email saying I'd been recommended by a friend or something."

Sam's eyebrows rocketed then fell.

"Jo!"

"I'll kill her!"

"Not if I kill her first!"

"So... Sarah...why Sarah Naylor anyway?" Phil asked.

"Just a pseudonym, first name I thought of really. Why Paul Harrison?"

"Same."

There was a moment's silence.

"I should have known! Phil Hunter, Paul Harrison, same initials. Ah another thing, your profile, if I remember rightly, which I always do, says you're 32! Pull the other one Phil!" Sam almost laughed.

"Well... there's no harm in telling a white lie every now and again is there?" Phil flashed his trademark grin as Sam fought the urge to return it.

"This is not funny you know!" Sam couldn't resist laughing.

"Well, seeing as the table's already booked..." Phil left his sentence hanging.

"What? You serious?" Sam laughed.

"Absolutely. The good thing that's come out of this is that we've found out that we actually have a lot more in common than we thought. So...allow me!" Phil said linking his arm with Sam's.

"Thank you."