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Jane was sure she knew Charlie and that she knew him well. After all, she and he had been friends on Facebook for several months now. Thanks to Mark Zuckerberg’s ingenuity and generosity, they’d been able to chat and discourse for hours on end without once having actually met one another. And tonight was the evening when, at long last, Jane would actually meet Charlie in the flesh. Jane was also sure she knew what Charlie looked like. She viewed his profile picture every time she visited Facebook where the privilege of bona fide friendship allowed her to browse through his photos and, indeed, those of his several hundred other Facebook friends. Charlie was a man (of this Jane was sure) about the same age as her with much the same interests, political and religious views, and taste in music and films. He was most often photographed alone or with his dog, Chester, but there were just a few photographs of him with his elderly parents (he was the happy outcome of a late romance) and his somewhat overweight younger sister, Kate. Jane never questioned why the pictures all showed Charlie sat down and only the left side of his face. But if she didn’t, what of it? Jane was also careful to post on Facebook or Twitter or Instagram or anywhere else she frequented only those photos that showed her to her best advantage. Not that Jane had anything to hide, of course, but she was past that age when most women who’d wanted to settle down had already done so, and, although she wasn’t fat ...

... exactly, she was no longer as slim as she’d like to be. And Charlie was clearly also someone for whom much of life had somehow passed him by, but not so much that he’d never been to a party, never got drunk or had never got kissed. And just as Jane had her real-life friends, Jacquie and Karen most notably, so Charlie had his, even though he seemed to spend more time with his family than Jane ever did hers. They both avidly followed Game of Thrones and House of Cards , guiltily admitted to watching Strictly Come Dancing and Britain’s Got Talent , both bought records by Gregory Porter, Adele and, more surprisingly, James Blake. They both weren’t sure who they’d ever vote for in an election, preferred pizzas to pasta, beef to chicken and neither of them much liked Marmite. Surely things could only go well for them. Jane arrived at the Starbucks where she and Charlie had decided to meet: it was one that stayed open late, was neither very crowded nor desolately empty. She knew she’d arrived too early, but it wasn’t as if there was anything more important to delay her. And, in any case, given the dreadful traffic congestion, she didn’t want to risk being late. She bought her Café Latte Grande from the barista and sat by the window where she could watch people come and go, while nibbling on a chocolate brownie whose calories were doing her absolutely no good at all. But it was while she was distracted when rummaging in her handbag for a tissue to wipe her glasses that she was greeted by ...