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asked.
    ‘Quite possibly.’
    ‘OK, if you’re having one, I’ll have one. Thanks. Cheese.’ She wanted to say no mayo because it made her feel sick but didn’t want to seem too picky.
    He nodded, turned and strolled away, hands in his shorts pockets.
    Holly leant forward, her elbows on the table and wondered if that had been the best way to play it. Or should she have just nonchalantly sent him packing? Or should she have said more?
    She watched his casual, loping gait. Watched as a group of women at the table by the door paused to glance at him.
    Thought,
I’m having this guy’s baby
.
    And then thought about all the years to come when he’d be with different women and she’d have to navigate the idea of them being part of her child’s life.
    It was too huge to think about. Too depressing a reality.
    So instead she thought about what he’d looked like when he came over to apologise. His hand toying with the shades, one reaching up to adjust the open collar of his shirt like he might be a bit nervous. The sharp angularness of his nose. The high lines of his cheekbones. The bright green of his eyes. The same colour as her own. Did that mean the kid would definitely have green eyes?
    What if it looked like him?
    She’d have a mini-Wilf in her life always.
    That would be weird.
    ‘One Fanta, one sandwich,’ Wilf put a paper plate with a white bread sandwich down on the table along with his beer and what looked like a BLT, and then got the can of Fanta out of his pocket. ‘Yours is the cheese. I asked for it plain ‒ is that OK? I figured I’d want something plain if I was pregnant.’
    Holly looked at her plain, pale cheese sandwich and it almost made her cry.
    ‘Yes.’ She nodded. ‘Plain is perfect.’
    Wilf pulled out a chair and sat down, quite pleased with himself for getting the sandwich thing right, and untwisted the cap off his beer.
    ‘Excuse me?’ An elderly woman with a stick came over to where they were sitting. ‘Are these seats taken?’ she asked, indicating to the cluster of empty plastic chairs next to their table.
    ‘No,’ Holly said, gesturing for her to sit. Wilf budged his chair along so she could get through.
    ‘You’re all set up, aren’t you?’ the woman said, nodding towards their sandwiches and drinks. ‘I’ve brought my own,’ she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out some tinfoil packages and a beaten-up old green Thermos flask. ‘My, don’t you have lovely eyes.’
    Holly was looking down at her sandwich and, assuming she was talking about Wilf, glanced over his way to admire his eyes along with the woman, when she realised they were both looking at her.
    ‘You’re a lucky thing aren’t you, young man?’ the woman said to Wilf. ‘Got yourself a real beauty.’
    Holly winced, embarrassed.
    ‘Haven’t I?’ Wilf said, leaning back and clearly enjoying the slight tint to Holly’s cheekbones.
    The woman unwrapped her first tinfoil package and inside was a pork pie cut into quarters. She unwrapped the next which held a segmented tomato and a third little tinfoil ball had a scotch egg in it.
    ‘That’s a magnificent-looking lunch,’ Wilf said, eying up her foil parcels.
    ‘Thank you,’ the woman said, proud, ‘I always say to my husband, I’ll make us a pack-up and then we don’t have to eat any of the boat rubbish. How much did you pay for that?’ she said, nodding towards Holly’s insipid-looking cheese sandwich.
    Wilf shook his head, ‘I have no idea actually, just tapped my card on the reader.’
    ‘Honestly.’ The woman shook her head, ‘Throwing money away. You should be making a packed lunch for the two of you,’ she said to Holly.
    Wilf sat back and grinned, ‘Yes, honey, you really should have made us a packed lunch.’
    ‘It’s the way to keep them, my dear, you mark my words. A well-fed husband never strays.’
    ‘Excellent advice,’ Wilf said with a laugh. ‘What have you been doing all this time, Holly darling?’
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