““So the next time I see you will be at the tour.” “Yes.” I feel quite sad that I’m not going to see him for two weeks. “Some best-friend you are,” I pout, jokingly. “You do remember that in the contract for being my best friend it has a beck-and-call clause in it don’t you. I mean what if I need … I don’t know – chocolates from Belgium, who’s gonna get them while you’re off in LA. I don’t know Jake, I might have to seriously consider trading you in,” I grin. He chuckles, amused. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t miss me.” “I never said I’d miss you.” “You never said you wouldn’t.” God, he’s so bloody quick. I’m getting whip-lash just sitting here with him. “I just want you for your cupcakes””
