Lena’s boyfriend has stayed at home all day. His one day off this week and he stayed in bed until 3pm, before finally dragging himself up. Asked if he had even bothered to look for a new flat, he became irritable and retreated to the bedroom again.
But now, with the flat full of friends, music playing, each glass of wine is dimming Lena’s irritation.
By 9 o’clock he’s forgiven, by 10 o’clock the argument is forgotten, and an hour later he has even recovered some of the attraction that has dimmed these past few months.
There are more bodies in the flat than she knows what to do with, half from the coffee shop, half from God knows where.
Valentina’s attempts on Marios have been shrugged off.
Tia’s artist friend has turned up. What was his name? Felix? Something like that. He’s the only English guy here.
A few more songs from Rob’s playlist, Lena opens another bottle, looks up just in time to see Valentina leave.
She glances back towards the front door and sees Felix walking out swiftly, leaving it ajar.