Chris and Welsherella are leaving a cafe, having completely exhausted all possible topics of conversation. What was that, you hate public transport, Chris? Your housemate doesn’t do the washing up, le Welsh?!
Anyway, we bump into some people Welshy knows at the door. One of these people is either from Aberystwyth or has been living there or something. I used to live there too. I worked in a bar.
Welshy says hello and introduces me: “This is Chris; he went to University in Aberystwyth.”
“No I didn’t,” I point out.
Welshy does that thing where she chews on her bottom lip. It is relatively cute in most circumstances, but not the one where she has revealed she knows nothing about me, i.e. this one.
“You did, didn’t you?”
“Where did you go to Uni then?”
“Leeds! With you! We met there, remember?!”
“So you two know each other pretty well then?” (This said by Welsh’s bemused friend.)
Seriously. Worst. Friend. Ever.