Faye waited until the renowned speaker returned to his seat, then stormed up to him.
“Billy Anderson, you stole my Bic.”
Security moved in.
Intrigued by the vaguely familiar woman glaring at him, Will waved them off. “I what?”
“Stole my favourite Bic pen.”
“Why would I when I have this?” He pulled his gold Mont Blanc from his breast pocket.
“You did, the day of our English matriculation exam.”
“Matric?” He did a quick calculation. “Grade Twelve? Thirty years ago?”
“So what? Buy me a drink. I’ll remind you of the incident.”
“Impressive, a grudge as a pick-up line.”
From Guest Contributor Louise Arnott
