Truth or dare? Is this girl for real? Paging a fake name. Hmm. Childish, but the embarrassment of the person calling out the name might be good for me. This could turn out to be quite a good game after all.
‘Ok.’ I get up and leave the table, feeling her watch as I walk over to the help desk.
‘Hi, I was wondering if you could help me?’ I smile politely at the woman behind the help desk.
‘Certainly, how can I help you?’ she asks smiling falsely.
‘I need to find Mike. Mike Rotch. We got separated somewhere along the way here, and I need to know where he is. Could you let me know if he turns up? I’ll be in that cafe over there,’ I say pointing to a cafe near to the one Roxy is sitting in waiting for me.
‘Certainly, sir.’ I walk back to the cafe confidently and wait for the tannoy message.
‘Well? What name did you ask them to page?’ Roxy looks up at me expectantly.
‘Be patient,’ I smile as I sit back down.
‘Will Mike Rotch please report to the help desk?’ the message shouts out. Roxy giggles and does her best not to snort cappuccino over the table. I grin and sense the confusion of the person calling out over the tannoy and then the realisation of what they were saying. It feels like a starter to a three course meal. I relax into the game and we do a few more stupid names, like Drew P. Wiener, Betty Banzger and Anita Bath. It was childish, but I guess it was “fun”.
‘My turn!’ I say with half faked half real enthusiasm. ‘Truth... or dare?’
‘Hmm. Truth, this time,’ She says thoughtfully. I think about it for a second.
‘Okay. What do you honestly think of me? I will know if you’re lying,’ I tell her.