Now on their third meet up – not date. She hadn’t allowed him that thus far. – Floyd found himself sitting beside Izzy in a dingy magic–cum-comedy bar. On arriving he had put a false name by way of trying to make her laugh – with the fallback of her German heritage, arriving at the bar as “Hans'' had done the trick enough to produce a snorted giggle from his compatriot. He was keen certainly, and still, only a month or so in, liked this girl but wasn’t sure if she was even allowing him to trust her yet. Izzy...