Emma said that she had cooked too much and that I should come round and help her eat it. I agreed, my cupboards were bare and I had already been considering ordering a takeaway. Emma and I lived next door and as I made my way to her front door my stomach gurgled at the meaty smells that surrounded the area.
"Come in," she said kissing me on both cheeks. "Now I'd better get back into the kitchen John is in the lounge, with our friend Greg," she winked and pushed me towards the open door. I raised my eyes, with an annoyed breath. Now that Emma and our other friend, who lived a couple of miles away in Hove had married, I was rarely invited anywhere with them without being set up. My patience was close to snapping as I had expressed on a few occasions, with care so as not to cause offence that I did not need setting up. Taking a moment to calm down I walked into the room and introduced myself to Greg.
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