“I haven’t got any ID with me by the way” my 21 year old City trader companion for the evening remarked as we headed out for drinks.
“Well – what’s the age now? Isn’t it 18? Aren’t you legal?” I asked a little clueless on not having come up against this issue for a while.
“Yes of course, it’s just sometimes I get asked.”
Chiltern Firehouse was our destination for the evening. Ah, like an illicit lover she carelessly drew our attention – all charm and good looks, subtly seductive with the attention to detail that makes us weak at the knees and powerless to resist.
Conversations with Strangers 