Paul’s Place by Bethany Wales

Paul’s Place by Bethany Wales

Colin knocks on my door at 6.56 pm. I spot him through the window at least 10 minutes before our date is due to start. His too-big overcoat is drawn tightly around his skinny torso, and his hands are rooted in his pockets. I watch him through the blinds as he approaches my door, rocks on the balls of his feet for a moment, then leans in, as if scrutinizing a notch in the paintwork