Tristan's favourite Account Coordinator approached the bar, achingly lissom in a Christopher Kronos spray-on. Tottering on her Nine Wests, she hefted Tristan's Orrefors pitcher and sent a sparkling fragment into the salad centrifuge.

'Oops! Sorry Trist; my bad. The Boys said we need another jug of Midori.'

Tristan gritted his teeth and emptied another textured bottle. It was Danni, more than anyone, that he wanted to impress.

She put her elbows on the bar and leaned forward smiling. 'Nice toy.' She flicked her eyes to the RBG. 'Cost a bit?'

Tristan's knife missed its lime completely. 'F*ck yeah! I mean - yeah. A bit.'

'So how'd you manage to pick 30 cereals? I can only think of… four.'

'They gave me a list of hundreds; I just had to rank them. They had every cereal from round the world. Even ones they don't make any more.'

'Yeah?' She took a slice of lemon and stroked it absently over her tongue. 'Even Chocco Nuggets?'

Tristan blinked. 'Chocco Nuggets? I can't believe you said that! How d'you know about them?'
'I used to have 'em at Grandma's.'

'Fair dinkum?'

'Fair dinkum.'

'Sh*t! So did I!'

Danni put the lemon in her mouth and bit hard. Her freckled nose wrinkled. 'Wow!'

Tristan stirred the pitcher and tossed in a sprig of parsley. 'I put Chocco Nuggets third; I haven't had them for ages; I wouldn't mind if I got them every day.'

Danni grinned. 'That'd kinda defeat the purpose though, wouldn't it? Still, I'd love to have 'em again one day too.'

'You would?'

'Yeah!'

Tristan's heart began to thump. 'Well, maybe…'

'Oi, Danster!' A large Sales Rep gestured from the balcony. 'Tell Ted to hurry up with that f*cking jug!' The Sales Boys always called Tristan Ted. Short for Sh*thead.

'Coming!' Danni grabbed the pitcher. 'Gotta go, Trist; great party. I hope you get Chocco Nuggets every day.'

Tristan gazed after her, then realised the creatives were staring at him.

The copywriter lifted an eyebrow. 'Chocco Nuggets?'

To be continued...