Tom's eye was drawn by a laughing group of girls in the corner.
"Cheer up you bell-end." Charlie grinned at Tom, placing fresh pints in front of them. He extricated two packs of crisps from his pocket.
"Head's up!" he called, throwing one squarely at Tom's head.
Tom sighed. "Do you think that she's, y'know?"
"Dude, she's single. She has a pulse and tits." Charlie raised his eyes heavenward. "Of course she's banging someone new."
"That wasn't what I meant."
"But that's what you wanted to know." Charlie took another swallow of his pint. "I'm off for a piss," he remarked.
Tom stared deeply into his pint as if the answer lay within. He supposed in a way it did. Or could.
One of the corner gaggle passed him and smiled.
For the first time in days, Tom smiled back.
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