‘It’s all right. It’s just we were such good friends when we were little. His mum and mine are still big buddies. We were too. It’s like he’s changed, totally. It’s all football, and flirting with the pretty, sporty girls. It’s like I’m just not important or interesting any more.’

‘I suppose we all change, life changes,’ Emma mused. ‘But that does sound a bit mean of him. There’s nothing to stop you being friends.’

‘I think he might have guessed that I fancied him and it’s probably frightened him right off. Oh, Em. I feel such an idiot. So now, I don’t feel I can even say hello. I go bright red and get a bit panicky.’

‘Oh dear.’ Young love, crushes. Why did relationships have to be so bloody complicated? ‘It’ll all work out somehow in the end, Holly. Just you wait and see.’ And as she said the words, she hoped to God that Holly never had to face what she’d had to. She’d learnt the hard way that there weren’t always happy-ever-afters. But why spoil the young girl’s hopes and dreams?

After their cuppa and chat, next up for Em was making a batch of choc-dipped fudge. She was busy melting butter and sugar together when she heard the jangle of the door again. She hoped it might be Holly’s dream man, but the door closed very soon after it opened.

‘The post’s here.’ Holly popped in the back and handed over a few envelopes that Emma placed to one side as she went to fetch cream for her fudge mix from the fridge.

Emma was soon pouring the mixture into a large metal tray to set and cool.

‘Mmm, that smells divine!’

‘Even better after the chunks get dunked in chocolate.’

‘I’d love it if someone brought me home a pack of that.’

‘Well, I think we can both think of a certain someone who you’d like to do that – and I’m not talking Tom now,’ Emma grinned.

‘Hmm. Do you think he’s got a girlfriend?’

They both knew exactly who Holly was referring to.

‘I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him the next time he calls in?’

‘Nooo. I couldn’t!’

‘Why not?’

‘I’d look a right idiot if he has. After all, who’s he buying the chocolate for?’

‘But, if he hasn’t?’

‘Then I’d just feel daft and not know what to say next. I’d look too keen, apart from anything else.’

Emma smiled. This girl had another huge crush by the looks of it.

‘What about you then, anyway?’ Holly was blushing furiously now, and was keen to divert the attention from herself.

Hah, not another one trying to fix her up. She’d had enough of Bev’s meddling of late. The foursome with Nigel was looming ominously.