Surprise Me
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‘Yes. That’s it,’ I say.
‘All right. I’ll let you know my thoughts presently.’ She smiles a dismissal and I head back out into the hall, feeling all cross and bothered. This is ridiculous.
Dan comes out of the kitchen, crunching a carrot stick. ‘How did it go?’
I shrug. ‘Fine.’
‘Great!’ He gives me his ebullient smile again, just as the door opens. Karen emerges and looks from me to Dan, her face serious.
‘I have come to my decision.’ She pauses momentously, exactly like a judge on TV. ‘And today … you will be carrying out Dan’s plan. I’m sorry, Sylvie,’ she adds to me, ‘but Dan’s plan just had that extra something.’
Dan’s plan did?
Dan’s plan did?
I can’t believe it. In fact, I don’t believe it. Mine had the extra something. But, just like a TV contestant, I manage to squash my real feelings beneath a vivacious smile.
‘Well done!’ I kiss Dan. ‘I’m sure you deserve it.’
‘I wish we could both have won,’ he says generously.
‘You did really well, Sylvie,’ says Karen kindly. ‘But Dan just had that extra attention to detail.’
‘Of course!’ My smile becomes even brighter. ‘Well, I can’t wait to see it all in action!’
No pressure. But I have set the bar preeeeetty high.
‘Sylvie surprised me with breakfast this morning,’ Dan is telling Karen. ‘So really it’s only fair that I should surprise her with lunch.’
‘Hey, you haven’t mentioned my other surprise,’ I say in sudden realization. Dan was in the kitchen just now. He saw the makeover. So why hasn’t he exclaimed over it?
‘What other surprise?’
‘The kitchen …?’ I prompt, but Dan still looks blank. ‘The kitchen!’ I snap. ‘Kitchen!’
‘Sorry, was I supposed to find something in the kitchen?’ Dan seems bewildered.
I take a deep breath in and a deep breath out.
‘The curtains?’ I say calmly.
I see a look of panic flash through Dan’s eyes. ‘Of course,’ he says quickly. ‘The curtains. I was just going to mention them.’
‘What else?’ I grasp his arm tightly, so he can’t move. ‘Tell me what else I did in there.’
Dan gulps. ‘The … uh … cupboards?’
‘No.’
‘Table … er … tablecloth?’
‘Lucky guess.’ I glare at him. ‘You didn’t notice any of it, did you?’
‘Let me have another look,’ pleads Dan. ‘I was distracted by this lunch business.’
‘OK.’ I follow him into the kitchen, where I have to say, my makeover looks amazing. How could he not have noticed it?
‘Wow!’ he duly exclaims. ‘Those curtains are great! And the tablecloth …’
‘What else?’ I press him relentlessly. ‘What else is different?’
‘Um …’ Dan’s eyes are darting around, baffled. ‘This!’ He suddenly seizes a Nigella cookbook lying on the table. ‘This is new.’
Tessa breaks into laughter. ‘That’s not new, Daddy!’
‘It’s the candlesticks,’ I tell him. ‘The candlesticks.’
‘Of course!’ Dan’s eyes focus on them, and I can tell he’s scrabbling for something to say. ‘Absolutely! I should’ve … They’re so bright!’
‘They’re a pop of colour,’ I explain.
‘Definitely,’ Dan says uncertainly, as though he’s not quite sure what ‘pop of colour’ means but doesn’t dare ask.
‘Anyway, I just thought I’d brighten the place up a bit. I thought you’d like it …’ I allow a slightly martyred tone to creep into my voice.
‘I love it. Love it,’ Dan repeats emphatically. ‘And now, my lady …’ He gives a little bow. ‘Your carriage awaits.’
Luckily the man on the phone at the Barbican Comedy Festival was really sympathetic and had another couple on standby, who were thrilled to get the Tim Wender tickets. (I bet they were.) The second cab wasn’t so thrilled to be cancelled, but it’s a firm we use a lot, so at least they let us off the fare.
On the plus side, Dan’s enthusiasm is infectious, and as we travel along in the cab that he booked, I’m really starting to feel excited. He has something major to spring on me, I know it.
Although weirdly, we’re not heading into town, which is what I would have expected. We’re heading to an unfamiliar part of Clapham. What goes on here?
The car pulls up outside a small restaurant in a side street. It’s called Munch, and I peer out doubtfully. Munch? Should I have heard of that? Is it one of these amazing tiny places where you sit on an uncomfortable bench but the food is award-winning?
‘So.’ As Dan turns to me, he looks all shiny-faced with anticipation. ‘You wanted to be surprised, right?’
‘Yes,’ I say, laughing at his expression. ‘Yes!’
OK, I’m properly excited now. What’s this all about? What?
Our driver opens the door and Dan gestures for me to get out. As he’s paying the cab driver, I scan the menu board on the pavement and see that it’s a vegan restaurant. Interesting. Not what I would have expected. Unless—
‘Oh my God.’ I turn to Dan in sudden alarm. ‘Are you turning vegan? Is that your surprise? I mean, if so, great!’ I hastily add. ‘Well done!’
Dan laughs. ‘No, I’m not turning vegan.’
‘Oh, right. So … you just felt like being healthy?’
‘Not that either.’
Dan ushers me to the entrance, and I push open the door. It’s one of those earthy, worthy places, I can see at once. Lots of terracotta. Wooden ceiling fans. A ‘Pick your own Mint Tea’ planter. (Actually, that’s quite fun. Maybe I’ll steal that idea for dinner parties.)
‘Wow!’ I say. ‘This is—’
‘Oh, this isn’t the surprise.’ Dan cuts me off, almost bursting with pride. ‘That’s the surprise.’
He points at a far corner table, and I follow his gaze. There’s a girl sitting there. A girl with long brown hair and really skinny legs encased in black jeans. Who is it? Do I know her? I think I recognize her—
Oh my God, of course. It’s that girl from uni. She did … chemistry? Biochemistry? What’s her name again?
Suddenly I realize Dan is waiting for a reaction from me. And not just any old reaction.
‘No … way!’ I say, mustering all my energy. ‘Dan! You didn’t!’
‘I did!’ Dan beams at me, as though he’s presenting me with all my dreams at once.
My mind is working frantically. What the hell is going on? Why is some random person from uni sitting at our lunch table? And how do I find out her name?
‘So!’ I say as we give our jackets to a girl with about sixteen earrings in her right ear. ‘Amazing! How did you – what—’
‘How many times have you said to me you wish you’d kept in touch with Claire?’ Dan is pink-faced with delight. ‘So you know what I thought? I thought: Let’s make it happen.’
Claire. She’s called Claire. Of course she is. But this is nuts! I’ve never even thought about Claire since university. What on earth—
‘All right. I’ll let you know my thoughts presently.’ She smiles a dismissal and I head back out into the hall, feeling all cross and bothered. This is ridiculous.
Dan comes out of the kitchen, crunching a carrot stick. ‘How did it go?’
I shrug. ‘Fine.’
‘Great!’ He gives me his ebullient smile again, just as the door opens. Karen emerges and looks from me to Dan, her face serious.
‘I have come to my decision.’ She pauses momentously, exactly like a judge on TV. ‘And today … you will be carrying out Dan’s plan. I’m sorry, Sylvie,’ she adds to me, ‘but Dan’s plan just had that extra something.’
Dan’s plan did?
Dan’s plan did?
I can’t believe it. In fact, I don’t believe it. Mine had the extra something. But, just like a TV contestant, I manage to squash my real feelings beneath a vivacious smile.
‘Well done!’ I kiss Dan. ‘I’m sure you deserve it.’
‘I wish we could both have won,’ he says generously.
‘You did really well, Sylvie,’ says Karen kindly. ‘But Dan just had that extra attention to detail.’
‘Of course!’ My smile becomes even brighter. ‘Well, I can’t wait to see it all in action!’
No pressure. But I have set the bar preeeeetty high.
‘Sylvie surprised me with breakfast this morning,’ Dan is telling Karen. ‘So really it’s only fair that I should surprise her with lunch.’
‘Hey, you haven’t mentioned my other surprise,’ I say in sudden realization. Dan was in the kitchen just now. He saw the makeover. So why hasn’t he exclaimed over it?
‘What other surprise?’
‘The kitchen …?’ I prompt, but Dan still looks blank. ‘The kitchen!’ I snap. ‘Kitchen!’
‘Sorry, was I supposed to find something in the kitchen?’ Dan seems bewildered.
I take a deep breath in and a deep breath out.
‘The curtains?’ I say calmly.
I see a look of panic flash through Dan’s eyes. ‘Of course,’ he says quickly. ‘The curtains. I was just going to mention them.’
‘What else?’ I grasp his arm tightly, so he can’t move. ‘Tell me what else I did in there.’
Dan gulps. ‘The … uh … cupboards?’
‘No.’
‘Table … er … tablecloth?’
‘Lucky guess.’ I glare at him. ‘You didn’t notice any of it, did you?’
‘Let me have another look,’ pleads Dan. ‘I was distracted by this lunch business.’
‘OK.’ I follow him into the kitchen, where I have to say, my makeover looks amazing. How could he not have noticed it?
‘Wow!’ he duly exclaims. ‘Those curtains are great! And the tablecloth …’
‘What else?’ I press him relentlessly. ‘What else is different?’
‘Um …’ Dan’s eyes are darting around, baffled. ‘This!’ He suddenly seizes a Nigella cookbook lying on the table. ‘This is new.’
Tessa breaks into laughter. ‘That’s not new, Daddy!’
‘It’s the candlesticks,’ I tell him. ‘The candlesticks.’
‘Of course!’ Dan’s eyes focus on them, and I can tell he’s scrabbling for something to say. ‘Absolutely! I should’ve … They’re so bright!’
‘They’re a pop of colour,’ I explain.
‘Definitely,’ Dan says uncertainly, as though he’s not quite sure what ‘pop of colour’ means but doesn’t dare ask.
‘Anyway, I just thought I’d brighten the place up a bit. I thought you’d like it …’ I allow a slightly martyred tone to creep into my voice.
‘I love it. Love it,’ Dan repeats emphatically. ‘And now, my lady …’ He gives a little bow. ‘Your carriage awaits.’
Luckily the man on the phone at the Barbican Comedy Festival was really sympathetic and had another couple on standby, who were thrilled to get the Tim Wender tickets. (I bet they were.) The second cab wasn’t so thrilled to be cancelled, but it’s a firm we use a lot, so at least they let us off the fare.
On the plus side, Dan’s enthusiasm is infectious, and as we travel along in the cab that he booked, I’m really starting to feel excited. He has something major to spring on me, I know it.
Although weirdly, we’re not heading into town, which is what I would have expected. We’re heading to an unfamiliar part of Clapham. What goes on here?
The car pulls up outside a small restaurant in a side street. It’s called Munch, and I peer out doubtfully. Munch? Should I have heard of that? Is it one of these amazing tiny places where you sit on an uncomfortable bench but the food is award-winning?
‘So.’ As Dan turns to me, he looks all shiny-faced with anticipation. ‘You wanted to be surprised, right?’
‘Yes,’ I say, laughing at his expression. ‘Yes!’
OK, I’m properly excited now. What’s this all about? What?
Our driver opens the door and Dan gestures for me to get out. As he’s paying the cab driver, I scan the menu board on the pavement and see that it’s a vegan restaurant. Interesting. Not what I would have expected. Unless—
‘Oh my God.’ I turn to Dan in sudden alarm. ‘Are you turning vegan? Is that your surprise? I mean, if so, great!’ I hastily add. ‘Well done!’
Dan laughs. ‘No, I’m not turning vegan.’
‘Oh, right. So … you just felt like being healthy?’
‘Not that either.’
Dan ushers me to the entrance, and I push open the door. It’s one of those earthy, worthy places, I can see at once. Lots of terracotta. Wooden ceiling fans. A ‘Pick your own Mint Tea’ planter. (Actually, that’s quite fun. Maybe I’ll steal that idea for dinner parties.)
‘Wow!’ I say. ‘This is—’
‘Oh, this isn’t the surprise.’ Dan cuts me off, almost bursting with pride. ‘That’s the surprise.’
He points at a far corner table, and I follow his gaze. There’s a girl sitting there. A girl with long brown hair and really skinny legs encased in black jeans. Who is it? Do I know her? I think I recognize her—
Oh my God, of course. It’s that girl from uni. She did … chemistry? Biochemistry? What’s her name again?
Suddenly I realize Dan is waiting for a reaction from me. And not just any old reaction.
‘No … way!’ I say, mustering all my energy. ‘Dan! You didn’t!’
‘I did!’ Dan beams at me, as though he’s presenting me with all my dreams at once.
My mind is working frantically. What the hell is going on? Why is some random person from uni sitting at our lunch table? And how do I find out her name?
‘So!’ I say as we give our jackets to a girl with about sixteen earrings in her right ear. ‘Amazing! How did you – what—’
‘How many times have you said to me you wish you’d kept in touch with Claire?’ Dan is pink-faced with delight. ‘So you know what I thought? I thought: Let’s make it happen.’
Claire. She’s called Claire. Of course she is. But this is nuts! I’ve never even thought about Claire since university. What on earth—
