Swinging the door open to the toilet, two girls stood waiting for me, knowing smiles spreading across their faces. It was my flatmates – also on terrible dates. ‘One for the Date Diary?’ one said grimly.
Swinging the door open to the toilet, two girls stood waiting for me, knowing smiles spreading across their faces. It was my flatmates – also on terrible dates. ‘One for the Date Diary?’ one said grimly.