An unlikely Halloween pairing. You, a priest; and me, Mia Wallace (predictable). I almost went home with your crucifix – instead, you took my number. / Small sentences on blue screens slowly became paragraphs. You ran out of credit and borrowed Joe’s phone to send me questions about my childhood, with anecdotes about yours. / 2013 romance.

“Did you ring about the electricity bill?” / “I’ll have dinner ready for when you get home.” / “Remember to pick up some teabags on your way.” / “Shall I turn the heating on before I go?” / “What’s our council tax reference number?” / “We’ve ran out of milk again”