Girl on the Platform. Josephine Cox

for tea. But, I do know this much…’

      ‘What?’

      ‘I’m going to see her again.’

      Mark warned him. ‘Beware strange girls. If you’re not careful, they’ll eat you for breakfast!’

      Pete laughed aloud. ‘Shut up, lunatic!’

      ‘Hey!’ Mark jolted him out of his moodiness. ‘So, you really think we’ll score tonight then?’ Rubbing his hands together, he gave Pete a cheeky smile.

      ‘I’ve already said, haven’t I?’ He had already forgotten about the girl who cheated on him with a mate—though the image of the girl on the platform lingered. ‘Hey! Tonight might be the night when you meet your future wife. Have you thought of that?’

      Mark was horrified. ‘I’m not looking for a future wife. I haven’t got time to settle down, not when I can pick and choose.’

      Pete wagged a finger. ‘One of these days, some girl will come along, and sweep you off your feet.’

      ‘No way!’ Mark had no wish to be tied to one woman. ‘I’m a free spirit…born to play the field.’

      When Pete lapsed into silence again, Mark gave him a curious glance. ‘What’s up?’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘Well, you seem miles away…again!’

      ‘Just thinking.’

      ‘About what?’

      ‘Not about…what happened,’ Pete assured him. ‘That’s all in the past.’