Can You Keep A Secret?

pizzas. They

aren't even gourmet, roasted-artichoke type of pizzas. They're just cheap slabs of dough pastry

with melted, congealed cheese, and a few dodgy toppings.

'Perfect,' says Jack with a smile. He takes a large bite, then reaches into his inside pocket.

'Now, this was supposed to be your going home present, but since we're here…'

I gape as he produces a small, stainless steel cocktail shaker and two matching cups. He

unscrews the top of the shaker and to my astonishment, pours a pink, transparent liquid into

each cup.

Is that…

'I don't believe it!' I gaze at him, wide-eyed.

'Well, come on. I couldn't let you wonder all your life what it tasted like, could I?' He hands

me a cup and raises his towards me. 'Your good health.'

'Cheers.' I take a sip of the cocktail… and oh my God it's yummy. Sharp and sweet, with a

kick of vodka.

'Good?'

'Delicious!' I say, and take another sip.

He's being so nice to me. He's pretending he's having a good time. But what does he think

inside? He must despise me. He must think I'm a complete and utter dizzy cow.

'Emma, are you OK?'

'Not really,' I say in a thick voice. 'Jack, I'm so sorry. I really am. I honestly had it all planned.

We were going to go to this really cool club where celebrities go, and it was going to be really

good fun…'

'Emma.' Jack puts his drink down and looks at me. 'I wanted to spend this evening with you.

And that's what we're doing.'

'Yes. But-'

'That's what we're doing,' he repeats firmly.

Slowly he leans towards me and my heart starts to pound. Oh my God. Oh my God. He's

going to kiss me. He's going to-

'Arrgh! Arrgh! Arrrgh!'

I leap up off the bench in total panic. A spider is running up my leg. A big black spider. 'Get it

off!' I say, frantically.'Get it off!'

With one brisk swipe, Jack brushes the spider off onto the grass, and I subside back on the

bench, my heart racing.

And of course, the mood's completely ruined. Great. Just marvellous. Jack tries to kiss me and

I shriek in horror. I'm really doing splendidly tonight.

Why was I so pathetic? I think furiously. Why did I scream? I should have just gritted my

teeth!

Not literally gritted my teeth, obviously. But I should have been cool. In fact, I should have

been so swept away that I didn't even notice the spider.

'I don't suppose you're afraid of spiders,' I say to Jack, giving an awkward laugh. 'I don't

suppose you're afraid of anything.'

Jack gives a noncommittal little smile in return.

'Are you afraid of anything?' I persist.

'Real men don't get afraid,' he says jokily.

In spite of myself, I feel a tiny prickle of discontent. Jack's not the best person in the world at

talking about himself.

'So, where did you get this scar?' I ask, gesturing to his wrist.

'It's a long, boring story.' He smiles. 'You don't want to hear it.'

I do! my mind immediately says. I do want to hear it. But I just smile, and take another sip of

my drink.

Now he's just staring ahead into the distance, as if I'm not even there.

Did he forget about kissing me?

Should I kiss him? No. No.

'Pete loved spiders,' he says suddenly. 'Kept them as pets. Huge, furry ones. And snakes.'

'Really?' I pull a face.

'Crazy. He was a crazy fucking guy.' He exhales sharply.

'You… still miss him,' I say hesitantly.

'Yes. I still miss him.'

There's another silence. In the distance I can hear a group of people leaving Antonio's,

shouting to each other in Italian.

'Did he leave any family?' I say cautiously, and immediately Jack's face closes up.

'Some,' he says.

'Do you see them still?'

'Occasionally.' He exhales sharply, then turns and smiles. 'You have tomato sauce on your

chin.' As he reaches up to wipe it away, he meets my eyes. Slowly, he's bending towards me.

Oh my God. This is it, this is really it. This is-'

'Jack.'

We both leap in shock, and I drop my cocktail on the ground. I turn round, and stare in utter

disbelief. Sven is standing at the gate of the tiny garden.

What the bloody fuck is Sven doing here?

'Great timing,' murmurs Jack. 'Hi, Sven.'

'But… but what's he doing here?' I stare at Jack. 'How did he know where we were?'

'He called while you were getting the pizza.' Jack sighs and rubs his face. 'I didn't know he'd

get here this quickly. Emma… something's come up. I need to have a quick word with him. I

promise it won't take long. OK?'

'OK,' I say with a little shrug. After all, what else can I say? But inside, my whole body is

pulsing in frustration, bordering on anger. Trying to keep calm, I reach for the cocktail shaker,

pour the remains of the pink cocktail into my cup and take a deep swig.

Jack and Sven are standing by the gate having an animated conversation in low voices. I take

a sip of cocktail and casually shift along the bench so I can hear better.

'… what to do from here…'

'… plan B… back up to Glasgow…'

'… urgent…'

I look up and find myself meeting Sven's eye. Quickly I look away again, pretending to be

studying the ground. Their voices descend even lower, and I can't hear a word. Then Jack

breaks off and comes towards me.

'Emma… I'm really sorry about this. But I'm going to have to go.'

'Go?' I stare at him in dismay. 'What, now?'

'I'm going to have to go away for a few days. I'm sorry.' He sits down beside me on the bench.

'But… it's pretty important.'

'Oh. Oh, right.'

'Sven's ordered a car for you to take you home.'

Great, I think savagely. Thanks a lot, Sven.

'That was really… thoughtful of him,' I say, and trace a pattern in the dirt with my shoe.

'Emma, I really have to go,' says Jack, seeing my face. 'But I'll see you when I get back, OK?

At the Corporate Family Day. And we'll… take it from there.'

'OK.' I try to smile. 'That would be great.'

'I had a good time tonight.'