I met Clara on a Tuesday in June, under the clock at Connolly Station, because both of us were late for trains we ended up missing. She was trying to get to…

I met Aoife in the queue for coffee on South William Street, both of us pretending not to be freezing. It was one of those grey Dublin mornings where everyone looks personally…

I saw him first in the reflection of the café window, not directly. I was sitting inside Bewley’s on Grafton Street, watching rain slide down the glass in crooked little rivers, when…

I met her on a wet Tuesday evening in Dublin, the kind of evening where the rain doesn’t fall so much as hang in the air and make everyone look a little…

I met Aoife on a wet Thursday outside Whelan’s, both of us pretending we weren’t waiting for the rain to calm down. She had a paper bag of chips under her coat…

I met him on a wet Thursday outside the Abbey Theatre, both of us pretending we weren’t lost. He had a paper map in his hand, which I found ridiculous and charming…