Fadi: So, I wonder how Carlos got on with his date.
Johnny: His date?
Fadi: Yeah... come on... you remember – he went out with Sarah last night...
Johnny: Oh yeah, sure – they went to a new art gallery, didn’t they?
Fadi: Yeah – that’s right... He was really worried about it.
Johnny: I’m not surprised. Sarah likes all that strange contemporary art.
Fadi: And here he is to tell us all about it!
Carlos: Hi guys!
Johnny: Hello there! So? How did it go?
Carlos: How did what go?
Fadi: Come on! Your date with Sarah! How was it?
Carlos: Oh, er, well..erm...
Johnny: Oh no...
Fadi: Was it a disaster?
Carlos: Oh, no... erm, not a disaster...
Johnny: Go on... Give us details.
Carlos: Well, it was at this new art gallery.
Fadi: Yeah...
Carlos: “Black Box” it was called.
Johnny: Hmmm... Sounds more like a nightclub.
Carlos: There were quite a lot of people there, and everyone was really fashionable...
Carlos: Yeah... everyone was wearing black! I felt really scruffy...
Johnny: Scruffy?
Fadi: Yeah, scruffy – badly dressed.
Johnny: So what was the art like?
Carlos: Art? I didn’t think it was art! There were some TVs showing some pictures of a man walking around an empty room...
Fadi: Great...
Carlos: Then there were some big photographs on the walls...
Johnny: OK – I like photography.
Carlos: Yeah, me too – but there were all blurred, out of focus – you couldn’t see what they were photographs of! So, I was trying to be interested, you know, to impress Sarah really.
Fadi: Of course.
Johnny: What was Sarah doing?
Carlos: Well, Sarah was talking to another man, so I went up to them. Sarah introduces me, and then he says ‘What do you think?’ and I said, ‘Well, I think the photographs are all out of focus’.
Fadi: Fair enough...
Carlos: But then the man, he gets really angry, and walks off!
Johnny: Oh...
Carlos: And Sarah looks really embarrassed.
Fadi: Why?
Carlos: It turns out, well, this man, he was the artist.
Fadi/Johnny: Oh no!
Carlos: And they weren’t even photographs... they were paintings, supposed to look like photographs. Sarah explained it all to me, but I didn’t understand anything... I felt so stupid... and Sarah was so embarrassed...
Fadi: Are you going to see her again?
Carlos: Well, I don’t know... I’d like to... I hope so...
Johnny: Ask her out again – but this time, take her somewhere you want to go.
Fadi: Good idea.
Carlos: Where?
Johnny: Take her to a football match – I’ve got tickets for this weekend. You can have them.
Carlos: But I don’t like football.
Fadi: Go on! It’s a great British experience.
Johnny: Yeah...Look, I know Sarah – she’ll love it!
Carlos: Er... Well, OK then. I’ll ask her.
Fadi: Oh no... Look who it is!
Johnny: Hey Joe! Where’s Olivia?
Bindyu: Joe! He’s so funny... Such a sweet little boy!
Olivia: Joe! Stop that! Sorry everyone.
Bindyu: Don’t worry Olivia – I’ll look after him. He’s so much fun!
Johnny: Did Harry fix your website?
Olivia: He did.
Harry: Of course I did! I’m an expert!
Olivia: Thanks Harry. I owe you a coffee, at least.
Harry: No problem – I’m just glad you’ve made up with Bindyu.
Fadi: Oh yeah? So you’re all friends now?
Harry: Oh yes.
Olivia: She came last night, and looked after my little nephew Joe. They get on together really well!
Johnny: Who’d have thought it?
Olivia: Not me, but there you go.
Johnny: Harry – perhaps you and Bindyu should have children!
Harry: Erm, no, not yet, I don’t think...
