She thought back to that holiday, that waiter, that walk. Only a year ago but it seemed like a lifetime away. She’d doubted it at the time, but she really had discovered herself, discovered that she had a wicked side dying to get out. She'd gone on holiday as Adele and come back as Pink. She'd gone from trying to find someone like you to getting the party started. She'd given up chasing pavements and got herself a brand new attitude.
The first thing she did when she’d got home was to dump the loser, leave him to his wife. If he didn't have the balls to leave her, then he didn't deserve the new Bethan. And even if he did leave his wife then he didn't deserve the new Bethan either. Of course he'd begged her to reconsider, but she went all Gloria Gaynor on his ass. She even went so far as making him leave his key.
Why the hell not she thought to herself as she got her phone out and texted Adin, the waiter from the holiday. Was she being foolish? Was she being a stupid girl? She didn't care. This was the new Bethan. To her great relief he texted back. Texts, became Skypes, Skypes became calls. Calls became flights and now she was stirring coffee in a café with the waiter buzzing around her.