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"I usually have work to catch up on." I smile tightly. "So."

"I'm training to be a chef," he replies easily. "I'm into food. Seems a shame to eat the same thing every day."

"Well. It's fine. I like it. Thanks."

I glance meaningfully at the card reader, but he doesn't seem in any hurry to process the transaction.

"You know what my perfect evening would be?" he says. "It would involve you, by the way."

His voice is low and kind of seductive. His eyes haven't left mine, this whole conversation. I blink back at him, disconcerted. What's happening right now? Wait, is he hitting on me? Is he 'flirting' with me?

Yes, he is. Shit! OK. What do I do?

Do I want to flirt back? How 'do' I flirt back? How does that go again? I try to reach inside myself for my flirting moves. For the light, fun version of Sasha Worth who would smile or say something witty. But I've lost it. I feel empty inside. I don't have a line.

"We'd walk round Borough Market," he continues, undaunted by my lack of response. "We'd buy vegetables, herbs, cheese. We'd go home, spend a few hours cooking, then eat a beautiful meal...and see where that took us. What do you think?"

His eyes are crinkling adorably. I know what he expects me to say. How do I tell him what I'm really thinking?

"Honestly?" I say, playing for time.

"Honestly." His smile broadens infectiously. "Be as honest as it gets. I'm not scared."

"The truth is, it sounds kind of exhausting," I say bluntly. "All that cooking. Chopping. Clearing up. Potato peelings everywhere, you know? And some always fall on the floor and you have to sweep them up—" I break off. "It's not really for me."

I can tell he's taken aback by my answer, but he recovers almost at once. "We could skip the cooking," he suggests.

"So, what, straight to sex?"

"Well." He laughs, his eyes glinting. "Maybe move in that direction." Oh God, he seems a really nice guy. I need to be completely frank.

"OK, so the issue with sex is, I'm not really interested in it at the moment. I can see how 'you' would be into it," I add politely. "But for me, not so much. Thanks for the approach, though."

I hear a gasp behind me and turn to see a woman in a purple coat staring at me.

"Are you nuts!" she exclaims. "I'll come," she adds huskily. "I'll come and cook with you. 'And' the rest. Anytime you like. Say the word."

"I'll come!" chimes in a good-looking man standing in the other queue. "You're bi, right?" he adds to the Pret guy, who looks freaked out and ignores both of them.

"You're not into sex?" the Pret guy says, eyeing me curiously. "You're religious?"

"No, just gone off it. I broke up with someone a year ago and..." I shrug. "Dunno. I find the whole notion unappealing."

"You find the whole notion of sex 'unappealing'?" He gives a loud, incredulous laugh. "No. I don't believe that."

I feel a flash of annoyance, because who is this stranger to tell me what I might or might not find appealing?

"It's true!" I retort, more vehemently than I intended. "What's so great about sex? I mean, when you think about it, what 'is' sex? It's...it's..." I cast wildly around. "It's genitals rubbing together. I mean, 'really'? That's supposed to be enjoyable? Genitals rubbing together?"

The entire shop is silent, and I realize that about twenty people are staring at me.

OK, I'm going to need to find a different Pret.

"I think I'll pay now," I say, my face blazing hot. "Thanks."

The Pret guy is silent as he takes my payment, fills my bag, and hands it to me. Then he meets my eye again.

"That's just sad," he says. "Someone like you. It's sad."

His words hit a sensitive place deep inside me. Someone like me. Who is that? I used to be someone who could flirt, have sex, have fun, enjoy life. Whoever I am right now, it's not me. But I don't seem able to be anyone else.

"Yup." I nod. "It is."

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