“But that’s enough about me.” I need to refocus my attention. “Let’s talk about you. How are things with you and Jo?”

“Good, though she works too much. She’s got two singing gigs this weekend and—”

My phone beeps, indicating I received a text message. I try to ignore it.

Caitlin looks at my phone then back at me again. “Jo and I are doing fine. I really have nothing to complain about.”

My phone beeps again because I haven’t read the message yet.

“Sorry. Let me just have a look.” I feel a bit pissed at myself because I’m usually the first one to scold anyone too glued to their phone to conduct a proper conversation.

I googled you, the message says. And now I would really like to see you again. Camille.

A smile stretches across my face.

“What is it?” Caitlin asks.

“The woman who’s staying in the rental. I met her this morning. She says she would really like to see me again.”

Caitlin holds up her hands. “There you go. Just as we’re talking about it, the perfect opportunity presents itself. It must be serendipity.”

“I… don’t know.” I make a mental note to google myself later, just to see what Camille has dug up on me. Probably all the salacious details of my split from Rebecca.

“Tell me about her,” Caitlin asks.

“She’s French, has been traveling through Australia for the past two months. She has some government science job. That’s about all I know.”

“Is she cute?”

“Cute? She’s a French woman of a certain age. I hardly think the word cute applies.”

“Okay, so you think she’s pretty. Good.” Caitlin smirks. “Go for it. Take her to dinner tonight. Do something to make yourself feel better.”

“Tonight? It’s six o’clock and I’m in no state to have dinner with a stranger right now.”

“You can get ready here. I’ll lend you something fabulous from my wardrobe, but I wouldn’t worry about that too much if she’s been living out of a suitcase for so many weeks. Just… distract yourself. Perhaps dinner with an enigmatic French tourist is exactly what you need right now. To forget about Rebecca. Give her the finger, so to speak.”

“If you don’t stop soon, you may well convince me to go.”

“You want to. I can tell. She’s asking you out. Just go for it.”

I see Camille’s reaction to Kristin and Sheryl’s kiss this morning in a different light now. Perhaps she was suddenly wondering about my sexuality. Googling me must have given her all the answers. “What should I text back?” My phone feels heavy in my hand.

“A resounding Yes.” Caitlin sits there smiling.

“Where should I take her? It’s Friday night. Can I still get a good booking somewhere?”