Ben crossed the street in Shoreditch, pinpricks of drizzle wetting him through, the vapour from a pop-up burger diner hitting his nose and making him salivate. In the midst of nervous anticipation he had skipped dinner. He entered a bar, adorned with neon lights and nostalgic toys, crowded and muggy with people escaping the first spell of bitter winter cold. He was deliberately early and made his way to a red leatherette booth in the … Continue reading ‘Swipe Left’ by Madeline Denny