Help! I’m attachedattached toto a Swiss boy

I’m in Zurich airport waiting for my connecting flight back home to Manchester when I meet Bruno. I’m at the gate in the most lazy outfit known to man – navy joggers, an old Gap hoodie and sandals, when he approaches me to say I’m very beautiful. The careless outfit, hair and makeup-free face makes me sound so pick-me, but in truth, I couldn’t have felt more shit.

In two hours time I’d be back in cold and dreary England.

First world problems, I know.

I force a smile. “Thanks.”

He’s wearing a sky blue Ralph Lauren hoodie with the drawstrings knotted together, grey joggers and a smile he can’t seem to erase.

I appreciate the compliment but don’t let it flatter me because guys these days would compliment broccoli if it had a vagina.