“I like you. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

As the girl on the other end of the phone launched into a response, he stared intently at the mirror opposite his bed.

“See, you do remember, yeah. I work with Mark at the Oriental. He gave me your number.”

Looking down from the mirror he continued tapping out a text.

“Okay, I’ll speak to you later.”

Glancing back at the mirror he zipped up his black tracksuit top, pushed the white earbuds in a bit further and scrolled down on his phone.

“Hey girl, you know who this is?”