I arrive at my friend Jason’s house but he’s not home, and his mum answers the door, who I’ve always sort of had a crush on, secretly. She lets me in and tells me that Jason will be home in about an hour, but I’m welcome to sit and wait and watch some TV with her. So I say ok, shyly, then follow her into the living room and onto the couch, where there’s a half empty glass of wine and a book that she’s been reading, which she tells me, a bit embarrassed, is a romance novel. She sits and I sit at the other end of the couch and she switches on the TV. It’s a gameshow and we watch for a while, her laughing every now again which makes me crush on her even more, because her laugh is like a song, and I watch her more than the show. She sips on her wine as well, her lips lovely and red against th