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She swallowed. Looking at him, she realised that his eyes were large, pale blue, and set slightly far apart. But, she noticed, he had a boyish demeanour which gave him a carefree attitude. A welcome antidote to Arthur's intensity.

Arthur. She shuddered. Andy looked up. "Are you allright?"

"I-" She nodded, and pulling the chair out, sat down. "I'm fine, thank you. Just tired."

He smiled. "Boss a slave driver?"

She giggled, unintentionally. "A little." His accent, she noticed, was well modulated - clearly educated, with a slight twang. She took a sip of her latte, grateful for its warmth and creaminess. He picked up his cup, and sipped an Americano. He smiled at her. "So, what type of job do you do, Ariadne?"

"I'm a junior architect." She nodded, and he looked impressed. "I'm working for a large firm at the moment, but I would like to set up my own business one day."

Andy smiled. "That's good. You should want to be your own boss. Why work for someone else all your life?"

She felt cheered by his enthusiasm. And a little surprised at herself - she had never openly revealed her plans for the future before anyone so blatantly before. Not even Arthur. "Yes," she said, nodding. "I've a contract for a couple of years, but I can't see myself staying there long term." She looked into her cup. "And I'm not sure I even want to stay in America. Thinking of Europe. Maybe Paris."

"All sounds good to me."

She then paused, and decided to ask him. "So, what do you do?"

"Me?" He looked at her. "I'm a photographer."

"Oh." She nodded. "Of what?"

"Models." He smiled. "Fashion photographer. And an agent. I'm here for a week, doing some shoots for a magazine. Normally I live in LA."

"Right." She nodded. "Models."

He grinned. "You're better looking than them, trust me."

Ariadne blinked. Shed never met a man so forward, but then, she decided, after encountering the long limbed willowy creature in Arthur's apartment that morning, this was balm to her ego. "Are you serious?"

"Totally." He put his cup down. "All my mates back home say to me I must be so lucky, getting paid to ogle gorgeous women all day, but if only they knew. Knew how skinny most of them are." He shook his head. "There is no bigger turn off than this" - he sucked his cheeks in, giving his cheekbones prominence - "and ribs sticking out. I look at the girls and just want to go 'here, biscuits!'"

She laughed. "Biscuits?"

"I'm British." They both started laughing. "Plus, most of them stink of cigarette smoke, and I don't even want to know what goes up their noses-" He shuddered. "Nah, not for me. Give me someone normal any day. Nice healthy size, nice healthy attitude." He leaned back. Ariadne met his eyes, and made a decision.

She swallowed. "You say you're here for a week?"

He nodded. "That's correct." His eyes were sparkling. "I am."

"Well..." She swallowed. "I was wondering if-"

He leaned forward. "Yes?"

"If you want to...have coffee together again, sometime?"

He grinned. "I can do better than that. Dinner?"

She smiled. "You're sure?"

He was writing on a piece of paper, and looked up. "I am. Just promise me this - you won't order anything that is just one lettuce leaf, whinge about me eating a plate of carbohydrate, and then give me a hard time for having dessert. All right?"

"Deal," she said, nodding. "I'll order two lettuce leaves."

He shook his head. "In that case, we better make it dinner with drinks before." He handed her the paper. "This is my mobile number - or cell phone, as you like to say. Call me. I mean it. But if you don't, I'll meet you here, tonight, 7pm. OK?"

She swallowed. His impulsiveness, and clear desire to see her, tipped the balance. "All right. I'll see you at 7."

He grinned, then picking up her hand, kissed it. "It will be my pleasure." He pulled on his suit jacket, wrapping it round his lanky frame. "Can't wait." Picking up his black hold all, he leaned over, kissed her on the cheek, and headed for the door.

Suddenly, he stopped. As another man walked in. Who was easily three inches shorter, but was crackling with anger. He brushed straight past him, not looking. Andy turned, shrugged at Ariadne, then headed out.

Ariadne swallowed. Arthur had just walked in. And, she realised, her heart sinking, was walking straight towards her.

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