tonight so you can procrastinate your way from your bedroom to King’s Cross. Fancy going?”
她笑起来。Alex有一种独特的体贴和幽默感，能轻易卸下人的心防，让人无法拒绝。她在一次和他聊天的时候说起自己喜欢一个叫Caine的喜剧演员，他就记住了。
“Fine, meet you at 8”， 她说。
那边很快回过来，“Perfect. See you then, love.”
傅谈笑去了健身房。平时深蹲只能负重30kg的她，居然哼哧哼哧蹲到了40kg。
洗完澡出来，她直接化了妆出发。
坐地铁到Leicester Square，点了一碗意面。这家她很爱吃的餐馆里，意面上层会洒上芝士丝，热气一蒸腾就融化在碗里，加上烟熏培根的香味，每每让人食指大动。
门口有人坐着，边弹吉他边放声歌唱。
“You cannot stand what I’ve become. You much prefer the gentleman I was before. I was so easy to defeat, I was so easy to control; I didn’t even know there was a war. Why don‘t you come on back to the war; don’t be embarrassed. Why don’t you come on back to the war; you can still get married. There is a war between the rich and poor, a war between the man and the woman. There is a war between the left and right, a war between the black and white, a war between the odd and the even…”
傅谈笑听得百感交集，她轻轻地躬下腰，给了这个蓄着络腮胡的英俊小哥一个五镑的硬币。后者的歌声不停，在唱到“right”的时候抬眼咧开嘴冲她笑了一下。
有个胸脯从侧后方靠近，在她身边停下，“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
她抬头看向这个胸脯的主人，“Good to see you again, Alex. How are you?”
回答她的是一个令人窒息的绵长的拥抱。
他好像喝了酒，嘴唇似有若无地摩挲着她的头顶，温热的鼻息喷在她的发根。
“Not bad, except that