''So why does he love you?'' Asks Daniella, blowing cigarrette smoke into the warm London air.
We are standing outside the busy bar, the 30th Birthday party we are all attending is in full swing inside.
I look at her.
''Erm..'' I begin, quite unspectacularly, clinging to my Mojito for dear life.
''Well I think it's because..'' I stop.
Why does he love me??
''What we want'' she says, PROFOUND MODE ON ''Is that we are mortal and we want somebody to love us as a God.''
