“Just hanging out”? Seb wanted to take off his shoe and beat himself to death with it. He was certainly in the right place to do it – he could arrange his funeral first. At least then he’d have an excuse to be there.

She’d gone back to jotting in her notebook. Seb smiled – she was left-handed. For some reason knowing this tiny detail about her made him feel all giddy inside.

“So,” he said, looking at the notebook, “Work stuff, eh?”

“Not really,” she said. “I’m just, y’know, doing a bit of writing. It’s a fairly slow day today. I get quite bored on days like this.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll get busier later today.”

“I hope not,” she said. “The last thing people want to see is a line of customers outside the funeral parlour.”

“True,” said Seb. And then from out of nowhere… “Listen, I was wondering… on a scale of one to ten, just how tacky would it be if I were to ask you out while you were working?”

She paused, and smiled. “Well seeing as I’m not actually working, maybe a two?”

Seb smiled.