At 6p.m. they arrived at the Seven Bells. It was packed full of people.
'Oh, I forgot football was on' Phil sounded disappointed.
'Oh well' Sam tried to sound cheerful. 'You stay here and watch it.
I'll just get a cab home. I don't mind, honestly.' She said, dishonestly.
'No, I didn't mean that. It's just that there are no tables. You can't have a proper night out stood at the bar. Come on.' He took hold of her hand and dragged her back outside to the car.
'Where are we going? I haven't got any food in. We can't go back to mine.' Sam was ashamed to admit she had been too busy to shop for stuff lately.
'Well my house is a mess, so we're not going back there. It's just a good job I always have a second plan.'
He held the car door open for her to get in, but refused to tell her where they were going.
I know it's really short so I posted it with chapter 3, 'cause I needed to break it up. Please RnR