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“Right, yeah… whatever. If you’re that bothered let me get you a drink. Alcoholic.”
“Alcoholic? Don’t you seem stressed. Oh, you’re not proposing to someone, are you? Hope you don’t go around accusing them of random things like alcoholism. They’ll probably tell you no. Not that I blame them.”
Imogen laughed and crossed one leg over the other. “Ya seemed very intent on not lettin’ me hear anythin’ ya were sayin’. Let me guess… Are ya a spy? A member o’ tha Mafia? Am I close?”
“It was a personal call with my mum, and what happened to you not caring enough to listen intently to what I was saying? Oh wait, we both know that was a lie.”
As Luke heard Julia’s engagement ring drop out of his pocket he turned around quickly, to stop the person behind him grabbing it first. “Don’t touch that,” he yelled out, somewhat aggressively. “Sorry,” he then apologised before they could get offended.
“Whoa mate, calm yourself. Just trying to help you, you didn’t have to bite my head off."
“I din’t jus’ catch you breakin’ into tha’ car, did I?”
“Just checking my scarf to see if it’s placed how I want it.”
“I have eaten too many pineapple slices and my mouth is on fire.”
“What did you do, put curry on them?”
“Long story short, I’m not allowed to have candles in my apartment anymore.”
“Set a curtain on fire, did you?”
“It’s okay, I mean, ya’ jus’ seemed a little stressed. Anythin’ I can ‘elp wi’.”
“You have no idea how much I want to say yes, but I can’t drag any one else into my problems and to be honest, I don’t think any one can help me.”
“Cheers.” Daran grinned crookedly as he shoved his hands through Dog’s fur, extracting the odd errant twig. “Dog came first, had ta think of summat original, figured the irony’d be the most beautiful and simultaneously non- and mega-existential of names fer’im, then when I got C’mere, it just…fit.”
Eva couldn’t respond to the ironic genius that the simple names were. She only shook her head, adding a short laugh to it. Giving her attention back to C’mere, she added as more of an after-thought to Daran, “Never met any one like you before. Kind of glad about that.”
“Nah, it’s just the setter in ‘em, love,” chortled Daran, taking Dog’s paws in his own hands and play-wrestling with him. “The day a setter listens’s the day the sun starts shitting apples. Fluffy one’s C’mere, smooth one’s Dog.”
Ignoring the comment about the sun due to the names of the dogs, Eva stopped petting the dog, her hand froze in place as she worked out in her head what he’d just told her. “So when you shouted “C’mere, Dog”, you pretty much killed two birds with one stone. That is mildly impressive.”
Daran finally caught up to the dogs and dove, throwing himself to the ground by C’mere, shoving him over as the dog clambered onto him, licking his face. “Well, considering I am Irish, I’d say it’d be a physiological improbability to say something weren’t,” he got out between licks, as he lay on the grass with a dog on him, the other dog barking rambunctiously.
Eva laughed, watching Daran get playfully attacked by his dogs. “Well, I’m Welsh, you don’t exactly see me out and about chasing a bunch of Corgis that won’t listen.” Sitting down in the grass, Eva petted one of the dogs again. “They’re beautiful dogs. What are their names?”
“C’mere! Dog!” Daran chased after both his dogs, giant, reddish-yellow, hulking masses of fur, which were indeed named C’mere and Dog. It was walkie time, and they were running rampant through the park as he struggled in vain to rein them in, leashes flying behind him.
Eva heard shouting just in time to see two very large dogs running directly towards her when she turned around to see who had shouted. Despite not having any pets of her own, she enjoyed being around animals, and these dogs didn’t seem harmful to her. They were clearly playing. Leaning down to greet the dogs as they reached her, she gently scratched behind their ears as she looked up to find their owner. Spotting a familiar face, she smirked. “You’re their owner. Is there any thing about you that isn’t Irish?”
“Y’alright love?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just talking to my mum.”
“Are ya’ okay?” Ellie asked, hoping she wasn’t intruding.
“What? Um, mum, mum, I gotta go. I’ll call ya later. Sorry about that. I’m fine, just an intense phone call. Thanks, though, for checking. That was nice of you.”
“Ya don’t need ta whisper, I don’t care enough about ya ta listen intently ta wha’ ya sayin’.”
“Wha- wait, mum, I gotta go. Some person is blatantly eavesdropping and trying to convince me she’s not. Yeah, love ya. Bye. Okay, what do you want that you interrupted my call for it?”
“No, I’m not going back yet. In case it wasn’t clear the day I left, I hate what I’m doing. I’m not happy being the biggest name since Redgrave, and I really don’t care about the role dad got for me. I only came to Stamford to get away from the public eye for a while. Let me have this, please. I have more than enough money saved up to support myself, I’ll be fine here. Just, give me some time to myself and then I’ll come back to London and do whatever roles you want me to,” Eva spoke as quietly as she could into the phone, hoping no one could overhear her side of the conversation.
Ella likes Efa already. “You did? Well, Stamford is a good place to have a break from. I came here because of school. A lot of the people here are nice, once they get over the new aspect. Do you need any help finding a place to live, by the way? So you’re not stuck in a motel?”
“No, I’m only going to be here a fortnight or so, no where near enough time to need a long term place to stay. I won’t mind the motel so much, I’m kind of used to it. We moved around a lot when I was younger.”
