It's Not You It's Me

Jas’s luggage comes out quickly, and as he picks it up I see it’s got an orange ‘priority’ tag on it. The beat-up black bag isn’t what I’m expecting him to have.

‘No Louis Vuitton travelling case?’ I say as he wheels his bag over. ‘Or is that still coming?’

He drops it down beside me. ‘You have some very warped ideas of what my life is like.’

I glance at him, still keeping one eye on the carousel. ‘I’m not the one who gets around in limos wearing six-inch thick make-up and thigh-high leather boots, remember?’

‘Make-up? That’s different. Louis Vuitton beauty case should be coming out any minute.’

‘Ha-ha.’

‘What’s your bag like?’ Jas asks.

‘It’s a blue wheelie one. The same as every second person will have because they just bought it on sale at the same place I did.’