Heartbreak Houseshare by Emily Merrill

Author:Emily Merrill [Merrill, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2022-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Flick x

19

I bit into the sweet crêpe, groaning.

‘You know you have Nutella running down your chin, right?’ Kitty snapped a photo of me on her phone. ‘Sorry, I needed it for the birthday photos. We’re going to ruin you in June, no regrets.’

‘I don’t even care right now.’ I took another bite, resisting a second groan. ‘This, this, is the kind of thing that you move to London for. Right next to “get a job in journalism” was “always be in close proximity to Nutella crêpes”.’

Kitty wrinkled her nose; she hadn’t been impressed. ‘Sometimes you think you know who you live with, and then you realise you don’t know them at all.’ She bit into her own crêpe. ‘Yeah, lemon and sugar, that’s the stuff. Once, I saw Maia order a savoury crêpe. If I was Sophie, I’d have had to leave in the dead of night.’

Kitty had only been teaching one online class this morning, so we’d headed into Camden as soon as she was done. Camden Market was one of my favourite places in London – a vibrant, eclectic mix of the many cultures and cuisines that existed under this one big umbrella. I lived for the stilton, bacon and pear toasties or the fluffy pittas filled with falafel and hummus. And clearly, I could never say no to a crêpe. Food brought Londoners together.

Kitty perched on a bench, finishing off her crêpe and rolling the cardboard sleeve into a cone. ‘So, what are we waiting for? I want to capture this moment.’

The next item on my list was to pick up a Polaroid camera and start capturing all of the pocket-sized photos for my bedroom walls at Carlisle (there was no way I was going to get my deposit for that room back – I’d already scuffed the walls when I’d done some late-night furniture reorganising). I loved the idea of an instant moment captured on film. When Suze and I were little, my dad had taught us both how to use his old cameras, sitting us on his lap and flipping through our family albums. There were hundreds of photos of my parents, whether it was on safari in Tanzania for their honeymoon, or standing in front of the cot they’d spent a whole day building in preparation for Suze’s arrival. Mum didn’t love tennis, so the thing that they’d always shared had been documenting their life together. My dad was ruthless with a camera – you were captured as you were, no second chances given – and I kind of liked that one-chance approach to photography. I’d popped some new film and batteries into the bright yellow camera that I’d chosen this morning. After passing it to Kitty I picked up my food again to pose so she could take a photo of us.

‘Make sure you really get the Nutella.’ I spoke around a final bite.

‘Oh, believe me, Flick, I will. There’s no missing that splodge on your chin.’

The snap of the camera confirmed that my first Polaroid had been a success, and we placed it between us, waiting for the image to develop.

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