Love is a Stranger
“He spotted the same crowd of protestors at the same table, and they called for him to come across and join them. He shook his head and took his beer to an empty table on the other side of the bar. Ironically, what suited his mood—to be alone and miserable—also suited his cover; he didn’t want to seem to be too eager to associate with the enemy. Then a man appeared at his table, carrying another beer and some crisps, and the idea of associating with the enemy suddenly became much more appealing.... Ben’s immediate thought was to wish Sir Nikolas bloody Mikkelsen were here to see this. “Hi, I’m Tim. Tim Watson. I owe you a beer as I hear you bought everyone rounds yesterday.” He was about Ben’s age, late twenties, and there was no beard now, just attractive designer stubble, so artful it looked merely the negligent grooming of someone too busy or clever to bother. His hair was dark, longish and tousled, and he wore classic academic glasses, which made him seem innocent and sweet, at the same time as thoughtful and studious.MoreLess
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