“Chapter 8 Matthew gripped my hand as we hurried to the station. It was cold enough to see my breath in the air. ‘So let’s get this straight,’ he said. ‘This is your last night out in London, the cultural capital of the world, and you’re making us go to Blood Burger?’ ‘Blood’s is cool.’ Matthew stopped, turned to me and took both my hands in his. ‘Ellie, my darling. You are the sun on my cloudy day, you are the port in my storm, you are the song in my heart. But cool, you are not. So please don’...t call it Blood’s. Next thing you’ll be wearing Converse.’ I slapped his arm. ‘Just because I’m not a sculpt-my-hair-into-an-ironic-quiff try-hard, doesn’t mean I’m not cool,’ I said, continuing ahead. ‘Besides, they do the best blue cheese sauce.’ He laughed. ‘The Yanks invented blue cheese sauce. You’re going to drown in the stuff when you go.’ I sighed. ‘Look, it’s the only place I know in Shoreditch and you know Kat’s boyfriend won’t come south of the river.’ Matthew stopped in his tracks again.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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