“I’ve booked us a ferry.”
“You’ve what?” It was the morning after the night before and Rob, rubbing water out of his ears as he wandered into my bedroom after having a shower, clearly thought he was hearing things.
“A ferry. For tonight. I’ve booked it. You coming?”
Rob sat on the edge of my bed to pull his jeans on. “Sorry Charlie, you’ve lost me.”
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