George quickly signalled for a taxi to come pick them up. He told the driver the address but Zoe didn’t hear properly. It was probably an effect of the drink she assumed. Once they were driving Zoe looked out of the window. For a minute they said and did nothing.

Then without warning, George rested his hand on her leg. She looked at him, he was smiling so she smiled back. His hand moved further up, before resting almost at the top of her thigh. He leant over and whispered in her ear, “We’re going to have some fun, right?” Zoe nodded.

She thought about the get together George was having, wondering how many people would be there when they arrived. His arm wrapped around her waist, the hand resting on the other leg.

The car slowed down, George payed the driver and the pair of them got out of the taxi. George steered her towards his house. A couple of lights shone from the front window and the pair of them walked into the house