Kylie

Kylie

‘A RE THOSE NEW

glasses?’ Bella asks.

‘They certainly are. I’m giving myself a makeover.’

‘They’re very chic.’

‘Thank you. They were designed by Kylie Minogue.’

‘What?’

‘I thought to myself, If anyone knows about style, it would be her

.’

‘Fair enough.’

‘They were from the women’s section. But I don’t need to be bound by a reductive heteronormative gender binary when selecting eyewear.’

‘That’s true. You don’t.’

‘That’s what the young man who helped me choose the glasses said.’

‘Well, good for you. They look great.’

She offers me a chocolate-chip cookie, but I decline. While she splits her time between eating the cookie and scrolling on her phone, I take a moment to appreciate Pigeon Park. It is really excellent today. On the far right, two men with long hair are

playing with a diabolo, and there’s a woman with a white dog sitting beside her on a bench and she’s sharing her sausage roll with it.

Into this pleasant afternoon comes a waspish buzz in my pocket.

‘Is it Val?’ Bella asks, turning to me and dropping the cookie, retrieving the cookie, blowing on it and putting the whole thing in her mouth.

It is.

I open the app.

Val has written three words:

I’ll be there! x