The coffee machine clicks off behind me. Outside, a gull cuts across the horizon and the air smells faintly of seaweed and someone else’s...

Anyone that is but Fredric. He was back to watching me. His head tilted. Always that little tilt as if he's lining me up for a portrait....

Whatever it is you couldn't knock this man's confidence. And confident he is. Fredric introduces me to the lady seated on my left with...