“Oh, come on Nads,” Jenna cried. “We had a deal!”

“I know, I know. I just couldn’t help it. It was free! Free, I tell you!”

“Well, then, you owe me a tenner.”

“No, I don’t.”

“What do you mean, you don’t? You are plain as day drinking Diet Coke. See, look, right there.” Jenna pointed to my can as Nadia took a nonchalant sip. “Wow. See, you’re not even attempting to stop.”

“I think you gave up first.”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw that slice of lemon meringue. I saw you eat the whole thing up, then throw the whole damned plate in the bin when I knocked on your door.”

Jenna sighed, defeated. “I know. I— I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”

“Let’s not do that again.”

“Deal.”

Then Jenna left the cafè to snort coke in her bathroom and Nadia pulled out a spliff, both glad to have kept this one secret safe from their significant other.