Dolly Alderton, «Everything I Know About Love»:

‘Scott’s asked me to move in with him.’

‘What have you said?’ I asked.

‘I’m going to do it,’ she said almost apologetically, her tentative words floating in the cold air. ‘It felt right when he asked me.’

‘OK,’ I replied.

‘I’m so sorry, I know it’s so hard.’

‘No, no, I’m happy for you,’ I said. We did the rest of the walk in silence.

‘Do you want to bake chocolate chip cookies?’ Farly said when we got back to our house.

‘Yeah.’

‘Great. Make a list of what we need and I’ll go get the ingredients. And why don’t we watch that Joni Mitchell documentary that’s been sitting on the shelf for ages?’

‘Sure,’ I said. It reminded me of the time my mum took me to McDonald’s when I was eight after my goldfish died.

We sat on the sofa eating cookies, our legs intertwined, our tummies poking out from pyjamas. Graham Nash was talking about the soul-baring lyrics of Blue.

‘I know every single word of that album,’ I said. It was the only album we’d taken on a three-week summer road trip when Farly passed her driving test aged seventeen.

‘Me too. “Carey” is my favourite.’

‘ “All I Want” is mine.’ I paused to eat the last of my cookie and wipe the crumbs from my mouth. ‘We’ll probably never do a road trip like that again.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you’re moving in with your boyfriend, you’ll do all your road trips with him now.’

‘Don’t be stupid,’ she said. ‘Nothing will change.’