Ella blinked. Nathan blinked. Neither spoke. Ella took in Nathan’s cropped hair, his white T-shirt, his muscles. She felt his mocking eyes running up and down her body so that she was acutely aware of her own appearance; the dripping hair, the soaked coat exposing the paint-splattered boiler suit beneath, the snot bubble now forming on the end of her nose.
‘Just go,’ she screeched, and this time she knew she was crying.
Nathan shrugged, turned and walked away but not before he cast a quick glance over his shoulder. Did he just smirk?
She turned back to the tap, its fountain still hitting the ceiling. She tried to stuff a sponge she found in the sink into the tap pipe – a vain attempt to dam the geyser. It shot out and joined the tea towel pinned to the ceiling.
‘Oh, oh,’ Ella heard herself bawling like a baby.
The water pressure dropped. The tea towel fell to the floor. The water went off. Ella moved as far away as she could before the pressure picked up again. She waited. Nothing. She waited. Nothing. She took one step forward and peered at the tap; she was ready to spring back if it started again.
‘I’ve switched it off,’ Nathan said, coming into the kitchen from the hall door. ‘It’ll be fine now.’
Ella stood looking at him for a moment. ‘Where did you come from? How did you get in?’
‘I came back in the front door, it was swinging open, I’ve closed it.’ He turned to walk away, then turned back. ‘Someone’s been tampering with that condemned boiler, haven’t they? This is what happens. It’s condemned for a reason.’
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