Today I’m finally going to do it. Plonk myself beside him and say, “Hi.” My one New Year’s resolution and I’m terrified. But I’m going to do it anyway.
He’s good-looking, but why should that scare me? I’m not so bad myself, especially in my new pink sundress, a Christmas prezzie from Mum, who firmly instructed me not to wear it to Mass. Pink has always been my favourite colour, though Mum prefers me in green. I’ve got green eyes and my hair is Irish red, and when I want to I can stand out in a crowd – not so good when I was at school and my nickname was Marigold. My friends still call me that, but when I introduce myself, I’ll say, “Hi, my name’s Christine”, and hold out my hand.
