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Exclusive extract: Playing the Field, by Zoe Foster
ROUND 4
Fate United vs The Coincidences
I pulled up in front of Lucio’s at ten past five in Mary, the little white Mazda who had been with me since Year 11 and had been my transport to Sydney, filled with clothes, shoes, jew-els and all of my most beloved books, music and magazines. I called Col’s mobile.
‘Coming!’ she answered. ‘I see you out front.’
I hung up and started fiddling with my long brown hair, won-dering whether I should get a fringe. I folded some back over itself and held it over my forehead in a high-tech simulation. Just then the passenger door opened and two sets of legs greeted me. Colette bent down.
‘Hey, Jay...Nice hair, idiot.’ I dropped the faux fringe quickly. ‘This is Frank.’ A second face bent down. It belonged to a man in his thirties who smiled and said, ‘Sweet park.’
‘Thanks!’ I beamed back. I enjoyed being the cute little sister. It was my favourite role.
‘So, Colette tells me you work at that posh dress joint on High Street, huh? Mum loves to throw Dad’s money in there. She’s probably already secured your Christmas bonus.’
I laughed. ‘Tell her to say hi next time she comes in. So, uh, you ready, Col? We’ve got to get there before 5.30...’
Another set of legs walked up to the car.
‘Oh, and this is Frank’s brother, Josh.’
A smiling, tanned face furnished with beautiful teeth and dark floppy hair leaned down. And somewhere in the area of my body that ensured I had oxygen travelling to my heart and brain, there was a malfunction. It was Adonis. Holygo-damnfrickenshit, it was Adonis!
I caught his eyes for a flicker before blushing and dropping my head.
‘Hey, do I...do I know you?’ His voice wafted in slowly. Shit. Why couldn’t this have happened when I was looking pretty? I didn’t even have any makeup on. ‘You’re the girl from Balcony!’ he exclaimed. ‘You spilled your drinks on me. It was you, right?’
Before I could utter a response, Frank’s voice had thieved the aural spotlight.
‘So, make sure you have no plans on Wednesday, okay? ’Cos that’s the day I’m going to ring out of the blue and suggest we do something completely spontaneous.’
Frank started walking backwards towards the BMW parked in the no-stopping zone up ahead. He stood at the passenger door and called to Josh, who was still looking at me in disbelief.
‘It was you, wasn’t it?’ he said, smiling, his eyes shining brightly.
I looked at him and nodded, smiling shyly, my right hand running nervously through my hair.
‘Josh! Activate the automated door opening mechanism at once!’ Frank boomed.
I dropped my head so that Josh didn’t feel inspired to make any further conversation. I was acutely aware that I was performing situational suicide: I had thought of nothing but this man for days, and here I was being all coy and in-sipid now that he had magically presented himself.
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