‘Timothy, what are you doing here?’ Darya recognised her friend.
‘I could ask you the same thing.’ Timothy shrugged. ‘You almost broke my nose.’
‘Are you here picking up another one-night stand?’ Darya went on the attack.’
‘No!’ Timothy rubbed his nose. ‘I don’t do that. Not anymore.’
‘So you are just here for their chips and sour cream dips?’
‘I came here with some friends.’ Timothy opted for the half-truth.
He had to shout to be heard above the din. ‘How about you?’
‘I came here for work.’ Darya picked out Sharon’s slim figure making her way across the dance floor. ‘I’m actually in the middle of something.’
‘Work?’ Timothy matched her step for step. ‘Come on, you are just pulling my leg, aren’t you?’
Darya pushed her way through the crowd of revellers.
Tim
