Just before six o’clock on Friday evening, Anny and Gordon get out of Anny’s Honda. They walk down Bondi Road passing the tattoo shop, the vegetarian restaurant and yet another new Thai restaurant. The road is unusually quiet and Anny has parked directly opposite the fish cafe where she’s taking Gordon for dinner. The streets aren’t grid locked during the Olympics after all and there’s an unusual calm on this usually noisy busy road.
Walk in front of me, says Gordon as they head towards the traffic lights and the pedestrian crossing. I can see better if you walk slightly in front of me.
She doesn’t know whether to offer him her arm or what. She feels embarrassed at the thought of close physical contact with him and is pleased that he’s told her to walk in front. At least she knows now the best way to progress along the street with him. Not like the snail’s pace of the week before.