The train pulled into South Kensington station, and as the blue-eyed man with the sloping smile stood to alight, he said in a delightful Irish accent: ?Come for a drink with us.? We had spent the past 10 minutes since I?d got on grinning at each other, eyes lingering that bit longer than they should.
In that instant before the Tube doors closed, I reacted to the lilt of God-awful Irish charm and found myself on the platform with him. Somehow, I managed to look him straight in the eye, this jack-the-lad with his cocky smile. W ?You?re really sexy,? he said to me. ?Uh huh,? I replied.
