I didn't care, I wanted to see her again. "I could pick you up if you like, do you live locally?" "Oh yes, very local." There's a grin on her face, bu... I don't understand why. I hadn't heard a car pull up, so I guess she'd walked here. I'm enjoying the banter between us, it's fun and a little playful too, like she's teasing me in some familiar way. "Why did you come here by the way? Was there something you wanted?" I return her smile, and watch as she nervously picks at a loose thread on the. It almost put us off. It was like it wasn’t supposed to happen.” She looks a little sad.Then Wayne speaks again, “Then we saw your advert...” They both smile.Cut to: The garden at the reception venue. It’s a classy location and appears fairly deserted. One of the advantages of Nigella managing the venue is that she has access to it when no-one else is around. We cut to Nigella, standing on a flight of steps where a hundred couples have had their wedding photographs taken ... But Nigella’s not. ’ She glares. ‘You didn’t tell me it would be this complicated. You didn’t tell me it would hurt this much.’ Eventually, in the long silence, her glare subsides. Sadness flows back into her eyes and she returns to the simplicity of her hair. She asks, ‘Is this what it means to be real?’ No answer. More contemplation of her hair. ‘I could take it away. Make you forget him.’ Forget him…. Forget the anger, the screaming pain when he left her… the unadulterated joy when they reunited… the. A few hours later, she sent the class on break. He was the only one that didn't leave."You alright? Do you need to know where anything is?" Dee asked."No, I just had a question. There was something I wasn't sure about on this." Ron, right?" No, it's Rob," He said and smiled."Oh, sorry about that. I'm usually good with names, but I'm definitely better with faces." Rob spent his break in the class with Dee to go over a few things. In those 15 minutes she felt a really weird connection to this.