Me-Before-You-by-Jojo-Moyes

By the time Hunchback Man died, I was sobbing silently, snot running into my
sleeve.
‘So,’ Will said, appearing at my side. He glanced at me slyly. ‘You didn’t
enjoy that at all.’
I looked up and found to my surprise that it was dark outside. ‘You’re going to
gloat now, aren’t you?’ I muttered, reaching for the box of tissues.
‘A bit. I’m just amazed that you can have reached the ripe old age of – what
was it?’
‘Twenty-six.’
‘Twenty-six, and never have watched a film with subtitles.’ He watched me
mop my eyes.
I glanced down at the tissue and realized I had no mascara left. ‘I hadn’t
realized it was compulsory,’ I grumbled.
‘Okay. So what do you do with yourself, Louisa Clark, if you don’t watch
films?’
I balled my tissue in my fist. ‘You want to know what I do when I’m not
here?’
‘You were the one who wanted us to get to know each other. So come on, tell
me about yourself.’
He had this way of talking where you could never quite be sure that he wasn’t
mocking you. I was waiting for the pay-off. ‘Why?’ I said. ‘Why do you want to
know all of a sudden?’
‘Oh, for Christ’s sake. It’s hardly a state secret, your social life, is it?’ He had
begun to look irritated.
‘I don’t know … ’ I said. ‘I go for a drink at the pub. I watch a bit of telly. I go
and watch my boyfriend when he does his running. Nothing unusual.’
‘You watch your boyfriend running.’
‘Yes.’
‘But you don’t run yourself.’
‘No. I’m not really –’ I glanced down at my chest ‘– built for it.’
That made him smile.
‘And what else?’
‘What do you mean, what else?’
‘Hobbies? Travelling? Places you like to go?’