Page 79 of Jessica Beam is a Hot Mess
Leo Frost. Artist. Thinker. Man. Into poetry?
‘Er, terrific.’ I try to look excited. ‘I … adore poetry. I adore it such a lot.’
I’m totally lying. Poetry is theworst, and that’s coming from someone who did an English Lit degree. Why did he bring me here? Ugh. I feel really sick too, and this coffee smell is making it worse. Tonight is not going as Grandma said it wouldat all.
Just as the waitress approaches to take our drinks order, my phone beeps with a text. It’s from Peach.
I’m as sick as a dog! Do you think it was the kebab last night Hope y’all are OK? Love, Lady P. x
The kebab! Fuck, is that why I feel so sick? I mean, it must be − I’ve never felt this rough after a night out before.
As if in response my stomach gives an almighty gurgle.
Oh no.
