Niamh & Tom

Part 1 

‘Are you ready yet?’ Max said, leaning against my door frame.
I turned around and looked at him, smiling. ‘Yes Mr Impatient, I am. Where are we going?’ I asked, picking up my jacket and bag and heading out of the house with him.
‘We’re going for a meal…with the lads.’ he said, beaming at me.

‘So I’ve got to sit at a table with you and your 5 band mates, listening to banter about how Man City lost in the match last night? Wow, this will be fun.’ I said, hitting him playfully on the arm.
He laughed as we walked down the street, ‘You’ll love them.’ he replied.
I raised an eyebrow at him, hoping that he was right.
But, I did have a funny feeling about this meal. Good feeling though.