15 July 1988

In the quiet of your flat, after the madness of the graduation do, there's a cheeky buzz in the air, a mix of celebration and the jitters about what's next. It's just you and Dexter, away from the crowd, chatting about the future like it's a blank canvas.

The conversation takes a turn towards dreams and what-ifs, all while you're both half-dancing around the obvious spark between you.

Dexter leans back, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and says in that laid-back yet earnest tone of his, "Me? Oh, I'm going for the whole rich and famous bit. Dexter Mayhew, a household name. Fancy that, huh? But what about you? What grand plans do you have up your sleeve? And, dare I ask, do they involve running into charming blokes at parties?"