A roar in the background (the raku kiln heating up), a tui singing.
I'm holding my phone tightly and swiping..
As soon as he walks in I fold: Have you heard? At London Bridge?
He knows by my voice what I mean. We scan our screens.
One's home safe, the other's out, could be anywhere.
She left her phone on the bus last week, can't call.
I phone the club where she works, don't care if it's uncool. Not working tonight.
I've already messaged some of her friends, they're not sure.
Minutes later there's a ping and I'm running to the shed.
Her mate writes: she's working in Hackney tonight, safe, nowhere near.
In my mind's eye her happy selfie at London Bridge, another day, another year.