#philetta

Back in Swynlake in the days before New Year’s, Phillip was a bit restless. He had been looking forward to being back in the house, but Tom was acting all broody, John was annoyed, and there were also 11 yapping dogs. It was giving Phillip a bit of a headache, so he went his way to Hatter’s – only to find Mocha working the register, so he backtracked and decided he had to find somewhere else.

Look, he had left the house to relax, not to purposefully annoy his schoolmate. He had to keep up appearances after all!

So off Phillip went, walking through the streets of Swynlake, deliberating on whether he wanted to get a pretentious coffee at [name redacted] or perhaps head to the Deer to get an early pint. It was the no man’s land between Christmas and New Year’s, after all – anything went! Start drinking at 3 pm, why the hell not?

He’d decided he’d do the Deer and had just about headed in that direction, when a pretty redhead walked past him. Phillip nearly swung on his heel. If there was one type of gal Phillip was weak for, it was a pretty redhead. And a pretty blonde. And a pretty – okay, maybe Phillip was just weak for all women, but that didn’t make this lady any less special.

“Hey – hello – “ He waved over to her, flashing a charming smile. “Can I trouble you for something a moment?” He started to pretend to pull his gloves off. “ Mind holding my gloves for a second? I usually warm them by the fireplace, but you are way hotter.”