"Everything alright?" I ask after the silence becomes deafening and they are still staring at each other. They don't look angry; in fact , Wyatt looks like he won some kind of bet.

"Sorry pretty lady, I'm just surprised," Atti says as he takes his seat in the middle of me and Wyatt.

"What about?" I ask him.

"Wyatt told me he had met a beautiful woman, who he told me I had to meet. He forgot to mention how sexy and completely fucking stunning you are." He says as he waves a hand at me and I'm sure I'm blushing five different shades of purple.

"If I had told you that, you would have demanded to meet her sooner," Wyatt says with a small chuckle.

"Anyhow," I clear my throat, desperate to change the subject.

"Tell me about yourself Atti," I ask him.

"Well, I make gaming software for a job. I have two cats, both of which are crazy. I'm single and like brown-haired girls, that like to wear purple dresses." He winks at me. Yes, I'm wearing a purple dress.

"What are your cats called?" I ask.

"One is called Mags because I found her in a box of magazines, in a bin one day. She was only a few weeks old and it was touch and go for a while. I kept the name Mags because she likes to sleep on them; even now she is eight years old." He tells me as he takes the empty seat between me and Wyatt.

"Aw poor thing," I say, feeling terrible for the little kitten and I'm pretty sure I have to ignore how much of a turn on it is for him to like to rescue animals like me.

"Tell her about Jewels." Wyatt laughs and Atti narrows his eyes at him.

"Jewels is my other cat, only three and I've had her a year. My friend runs a cattery and Jewels had been returned five times. She was going to be put down, so I offered to give her a home. Little did I know that she got her name from her obsession with stealing people's jewellery and swallowing it. Sometimes she puts her findings in her bed but not often." He smirks.

"I can't imagine you have a lot of jewellery." I laugh imagining a cat wearing a shiny necklace.

"Oh not mine, no all the neighbours for a ten-mile stretch, she has robbed at least once." He says with a slight blush on his golden cheeks.

"It's so fucking funny when he calls to say he has to go through her shit again." Wyatt chuckles as Atti punches him on the arm.

"At least she does it in one place in the garden." Atti shivers, a grim look on his face as me and Wyatt laugh.

"Doesn't t ever get stuck?" I wonder.