Perfect Match: a laugh-out-loud romantic comedy you won’t want to miss!. Zoe May
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СКАЧАТЬ No Deal’, when Sandra swoops by my desk to check out what I’m working on.

      She picks up the paper.

      ‘Oh, UTIs. Interesting.’ She nods approvingly.

      I laugh, assuming she’s being funny, but she hands the document back to me with a sad smile, as if I lucked out and she didn’t.

      I take the paper from her, abandon my Deal or No Deal plans for now and reluctantly get to work.

      By 6 p.m., I’ve picked up an inhuman amount of knowledge on catheters, drunk a gallon of tea and corrected so many diabolically written sentences that I’m beginning to seriously consider setting up an educational outreach campaign: Medics Need Literacy Too.

      ‘Here you go, Ted.’ I plonk a new, freshly printed version of the document down on his desk.

      He picks it up, scanning the front page with his well-trained, punctuation-hawk eyes.

      ‘Looks good, Sophia,’ he says, flicking through the pages.

      He starts stroking his chin as he appraises my work. He could really do with a beard for moments like this but I’m not in the mood for Ted’s ponderings. It’s the end of the day and I just want to go home, have some dinner and get a nice early night.

      ‘Great! Well, see you tomorrow!’ I say, edging my way to the door.

      ‘Wait, Sophia!’ Ted calls me back. ‘Seeing as you’ve done such a good job on this, I’ve actually got another paper you might like to do. It’s not quite as innovative as this one, but I think you’ll still find it interesting.’

      He rifles through his desk drawer. ‘Here it is!’ He hands me a paper with a big smile.

      Stifling a sense of dread, I read the title: Prevent Catheter-induced Urinary Tract Infections Using Sterilisation.

      I can feel Ted watching me, waiting for a reaction.

      ‘Thank you, Ted,’ I croak.

      ‘No problem,’ he replies, with a kind smile.

      I walk back to my desk, abandon the paper and bolt to the door.

      ‘Right, see you tomorrow!’ I call across the office, barely waiting for a response before the door swings shut behind me

      I head to the tube station and catch the DLR home, feeling glum. I remember when Ted started giving Sandra all the papers on fungal infections, I thought it was absolutely hilarious. But now, thanks to some horrible karmic twist of fate, I seem to have become the office’s resident catheter specialist. I don’t know which is worse - fungal infections or catheter-induced UTIs. Actually, come to think of it, I’ve probably drawn the short straw.

      *

      ‘Hey,’ Kate mumbles, peering over the back of the sofa as I arrive home. She’s sitting with Max watching EastEnders.

      ‘All right, Sophia?’ Max turns around and gives me a little salute.

      I hang my coat up by the door.

      ‘Hey guys.’ I walk over and sink into an armchair.

      ‘What’s up? You look a bit down,’ Kate says, looking over at me.

      I shrug. ‘It’s nothing.’

      I can tell from what she’s wearing that Kate probably hasn’t left the house today. She’s in her black and white striped Beetlejuice leggings, the ones she always dons for lounging around. Max is wearing his off-duty actor-wear – black jogging bottoms and a tight black t-shirt. Kate’s legs are stretched out over his lap. They’re always like this. If they’re not on stage, you can guarantee they’ll be watching DVDs or soaps, carrying out ‘research’ as they call it. But I guess they don’t have much energy for anything else, or at least Kate doesn’t anyway. It’s her first week off for nearly a year. She’s playing Desdemona at the Globe and finally decided to have a break, letting her understudy step in until Friday. Unlike Kate, who can’t get enough of playing Shakespearean heroines, Max doesn’t really go in for the classics. At the moment, he’s pretending to shoot up every weekend while playing Mark Renton in a pub theatre adaptation of Trainspotting. He fixes me with a concerned look.

      ‘You sure you’re okay?’ he asks.

      Part of me wants to offload about the catheter papers, the creepy messages on Dream Dates and the dick pic, but I know they’ll just laugh and I can’t face being the hilarious singleton today.

      ‘Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit tired. Long day.’ I force a weak smile.

      ‘Fair enough,’ Max remarks.

      ‘Oh…Poor Soph.’ Kate pulls a glum face, reaches over and squeezes my knee.

      My phone buzzes. One new message from Dream Dates.

      Jonno582: Hey Sophia,

      Have you heard what scientists are saying? There are only going to be eight planets in the solar system after I destroy Uranus.

      ‘What the fuck?!’

      ‘What is it?’ Kate asks.

      I look up from my screen. Both she and Max are looking over.

      ‘Nothing. It’s nothing. Just an annoying work email from Ted.’ I hit delete. This message makes emails from Ted look like Petrarchan sonnets.

      ‘Oh, all right then.’ Kate turns her attention back to EastEnders but after a few minutes her stomach makes a loud growling noise, so loud in fact that it makes the booming voices of an Albert Square argument sound like faint whispers.

      Max raises an eyebrow. ‘You hungry by any chance, love?’

      ‘Starving,’ Kate mutters, her eyes fixed to the screen. ‘Let’s get a takeaway.’

      ‘Cool.’ Max reaches for his phone, no doubt to open his favourite fast food app. It never ceases to amaze me how Max can eat so much takeaway and still look so athletic. I should pitch him as a specimen to the diet and nutrition researchers at work. Now that would make an interesting paper.

      ‘Wanna order something, Sophia?’ he asks.

      ‘Yeah, why not?’ I swing my legs over the side of the armchair and settle in to watch the rest of EastEnders.

      ‘Morning,’ Sandra chirps as I arrive at work the next day.

      ‘Morning,’ I echo as I cross the office. Sandra smiles expectantly, her eyes following me.

      ‘Working on anything interesting?’ I ask her.

      ‘Oh, yes.’ She holds up a paper on fungal vaccines.

      ‘Cool,’ СКАЧАТЬ