The restaurant is busy and I’m slightly taken aback when I realise that our reservation is for four. I silently pray that there won’t be other RuGirls. I can’t even begin to imagine the awkwardness of that scenario. Luckily I don’t know either of the two men already sitting in our table. I shake his hand and then Markus’, who looks at me suspiciously.Īlaska is greeted with enthusiastic hugs and as the shorter of the two turns to shake my hand, I suddenly recognise him as Jeremy, Alaska’s musician friend.
