Best Laid Plans
Jon could walk up to Sam and Gilly’s flat with his eyes closed if he’d wanted to, especially considering how it used to be Sam and Jon’s place together. Not that he begrudged Gilly for taking the place. Maybe in a distant part of his mind, Jon missed the good old days of being in his early twenties and sitting around in boxers eating pizza and watching the footy with his best mate. And maybe being invited to a dinner party by his best mate and his long-time girlfriend was a jarring eye-opener for Jon that he was no longer in his early twenties.
But he did genuinely like Gilly and if she wanted to host dinner parties then he would show up, a bottle of wine in hand and a smile on his face. After all, he was twenty-eight now and he’d had a steady job since he was twenty-one. Maybe being a firefighter wasn’t as lucrative as an accountant like Sam or a librarian like Gilly, but it was all he’d ever wanted to do and he was good at it.
Jon knocked on the flat door and waited patiently for someone to let him in, even if a little voice in the back of his head reminded him that he still had a spare key. He was in the midst of readjusting the collar of his nice blue dress shirt when the door was flung open to reveal someone who was definitely not Gilly.
“Uh…” Jon mumbled. Say something, you idiot. “I’m Jon… Snow. I’m Jon Snow. Not like the tv presenter.” He inwardly cursed himself for that unnecessary fact. “Sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met before?” He certainly would’ve remembered her if they had.