Jeremy walked into Mark's office and threw himself into the chair in front of the desk.

"Are you going to the concert Thursday next?"

Looking up, Mark asked, "Who's playing again?"

"Adele, Wembley, in the company box."

"Yes, I think I will. Are you and Magda attending?"

"Yes, Magda adores her. Taking anyone?"

"Pardon?"

"We get two tickets each and wondered who you were going with?"

"Ah," Mark said nodding, "not sure yet."

"Good. Magda has an idea for your extra seat."

"Jeremy, if Magda is thinking of setting me up-"

"No, no, nothing like that. Bridget loves Adele too and thought she could go with you."

"I doubt Bridget would consent to go to a concert with me. We haven't exactly been on friendly terms lately."

"Ha! You're wrong then as it was Bridget's idea when she heard there could be an extra ticket."

Mark couldn't help but laugh at this. "Ok. But I'm not calling Bridget. This is Magda's show. If she sets it up, I'm game."

That Monday, Mark's office phone rang through after his assistant announced the caller as Bridget Jones. "Mark Darcy."

"Hi Mark, it's Bridget." She said.

"Bridget. Hello. I hear we're attending a concert together on Thursday?"

"Yes! Love Adele. Thank you for allowing me to use your spare ticket."

Mark thought she sounded very sincere in her thanks, so decided not to think about their last encounter at The Hide Bar. Instead, he discussed logistics with her; the company car would be taking he, Bridget, Jeremy, and Magda along with another couple from work. With that all settled, they rang off with firm plans for the concert.

On arrival at Wembley Stadium, they were quickly whisked to their box. Bridget was excited to see the food was buffet style and included drinks with a bartender along with a private loo. She and Magda gushed over the food while Mark got her a white wine to go along with his bitter. Others from their office and a few clients had arrived and filled out the 20 seats.

Mark and Bridget chatted amicably in the twilight, while leaning over the rail in front of the seats and taking in the view of the huge arena. Then Bridget startled Mark with an apology.

"Mark," she said, turning towards him. "I'd like to apologize for my actions at the Christening."

At first Mark thought she meant for spending the night with him in his room, but she continued.

"I'm not sorry for our tryst. In fact, I enjoyed it very much," she said and smiled. "But I am sorry that I left without a word, while you were asleep. That was very rude of me."

"Your note made it very clear why you left," he replied and couldn't help but wonder on the timing, as this was three months after the event.

"Not to get too deep while we're here to enjoy a show, but I was overwhelmed and took the easy way out, by leaving without saying goodbye."

Mark had been gutted when he woke to find her gone. He didn't know what he had expected going in, but opening his eyes and not finding her there, with only a note that rehashed their failed relationship, was certainly not high on his list.

"Apology accepted, and thank you for that. It means a lot," he said and smiled. He'd like to at least be on friendly terms with her.

As they were then joined by others at the rail, they turned and went inside to peruse the offerings.

"Looks a little better than the annual turkey curry buffet," commented Mark with a smile.

"What?!" exclaimed Bridget. "NOTHING surpasses that feast...and I meant 'pardon' of course," she said, rolling her eyes with a laugh. They each grabbed a plate of food and joined Magda and Jeremy at a table.

As the lights went down to signal the show was starting, Mark and Bridget sat next to each other with Magda and then Jeremy to Bridget's right. When Adele walked on stage, Bridget and Magda jumped up and started screaming, along with 98,000 other fans. Mark and Jeremy made eye contact over the girls and smiled at their excitement. That was the last time any of them sat down for the rest of the concert.

The opening song was "Hello" and Mark couldn't help but hear Bridget belting out the lyrics, along with Magda. Seeing how much she was enjoying herself, he was very glad that she was there to see the show. As the songs and dancing continued, Bridget leaned back into Mark, swaying to the music. Taking his cue from Jeremy and Magda, Mark put his hands on her shoulders and moved along with her. He was startled when she then took his hands and moved them around her waist and down in front of her, holding her hands over his while continuing to move with the music. Mark wasn't the biggest fan of popular music but he found himself recognizing more songs than he thought, having heard them on the radio over the last few years.

As Adele started to sing "One and Only", Bridget turned around to face Mark and looking up to his eyes, she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him slowly. He took a quick breath and kissed her back. They continued to sway and snog, while it seemed like all around couples were doing the same. Why did every bloody lyric sound like it was written about the two of them, he thought and felt himself lost in the moment and could only assume that Bridget felt the same. As the next song started, he leaned over Bridget's ear and said jokingly, "My God Bridget, are all her songs this upbeat? I'm absolutely wrecked. Don't let me near a knife whilst eating." Bridget looked up and laughed, "I know, isn't she brilliant?"

The next song was faster paced and Mark smiled as she and Magda danced and sang the lyrics to "Send my Love to Your New Lover".

During the interlude, when the girls went to use the facilities and get another drink, Jeremy moved over next to Mark. Grinning broadly, he asked, "What's this all about with Bridge?"

Mark replied, "I've no idea. We've barely spoken in months. Since the Christening really. We've crossed paths several times but-"

Just then Bridget and Magda reappeared and Jeremy moved back to the other side of his wife.

"What's going on with them??" Magda queried of Jeremy.

"Mark has no clue. Bridget's wonky!" he replied while smiling.

"Did he really say that?" asked Magda incredulously.

"No, I did," laughed Jeremy.

"Bridget's had some wine, but not that much. Looks like they're both having a good time anyway," said Magda while turning back towards the stage.

As the concert ended, Jeremy and Mark grabbed Magda and Bridget by the hands (Mark felt allowed to take this liberty as they had a special treat for the girls and the crowd was immense). They hurried them both out into the hall and against the flow of people.

"Where are you taking us?" Magda yelled over the din.

"Just wait," said Jeremy with a sly grin.

They took the elevator down to the basement and exited through the doors into a throng of people. A security guard stopped them and once Mark showed his lanyard, they were allowed through.

"Mark, Jeremy!" came a voice from ahead of them. As they approached, Bridget and Magda saw that it was Adele greeting the two men; they looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes. As Adele continued in her Cockney accent, she hugged both Mark and Jeremy and kissed their cheeks.

"So glad ya could make it! Who 'ave ya brought with ya?"

Mark introduced both Bridget and Magda.

"How are ya?" Adele asked of the girls.

Both Bridget and Magda beamed while answering and said that they enjoyed the show tremendously. As Adele was called away, Bridget and Magda acted like sixteen year old girls who'd just met the Beatles. They questioned Mark and Jeremy how they knew the singer and how they got the backstage passes. Jeremy explained that both he and Mark had helped with the Grenfell Tower inquiry and the panel that the Prime Minister had set up to investigate the fire. Adele had also been a force behind the scenes in getting help for the victims and they had crossed paths during their mutual work on the project.