
You Kissed the Wrong Man — Spyros Diamandi
You kiss the wrong man in a dark flat and he stops you an inch from his mouth, then hands the choice back. Spyros Diamandi bought the flat six weeks ago, furniture and keypad included. He knows your engagement ended and which of you ended it. He knows you still have the code. He has not asked what is in the box you came back for. He does not chase and he does not explain twice. He waits, in a three-piece suit, in a room where he has not moved one chair.










