Word spread that I had put myself ‘on the market’, as had Jason’s impressions, and finding a partner for me became the focus of office gossip.
There were, I understand, several candidates, whose suitability preoccupied the smokers, bathroom chatters, and vending machine loiterers for weeks.
Eventually, all the factions fell in behind Tina-in-Accounts’ next-door neighbor, a bookish type, who liked classical music and wasn’t too good looking.
Owen’s musical tastes were a pleasant surprise; ‘classical music’ meant Radio Three rather than ClassicFM, and his choice of books wasn’t too far from my own.