Lucy and I stared at the information.
‘He wants to be a physiotherapist?’ Lucy murmured, her eyes bright. ‘This is good stuff, Maya! Now you know something personal about him.’
‘Well, he said he was already training to be one, I think,’ I replied, still staring at the page and at the way he formed his letters. The ink didn’t look like a standard biro either, possibly a fountain pen. He was serious about becoming a physiotherapist then, it wasn’t a line he told women on the train. What other information did this book hold? I was itching – no, desperate – to know more.
‘He told you about his future plans between Turnpike Lane and Piccadilly Circus?’
I shrugged. ‘It was a deep convo, Luce. We really connected.’ I omitted the fact that most of it was about the Marvel universe.
‘Let’s see what else is there,’ Lucy said, grabbing the book from me and this time, I complied with no fuss. Ethics were secondary when it came to finding love, after all.
‘There’s one on each page, see!’
I snatched the book off her and sure enough, there were more. But each item on the list was on a new page:
2. READ ULYSSES 
Challenging but epic read – glad I got there in the end.
And then . . .
3. PARTICIPATE IN A TRIATHLON
Choose between:
• Dorney – Windsor, 21 May
• Dorney Lake – Eton College, 31 July
• All Nations Supersprint – 7 May
‘I wonder what this is,’ I mused out loud as I flicked through the rest of the book, my eyes landing on some of the headers: 10 – Complete the Whole 30 programme; 15 – Go skydiving; 22 – Pay off credit card.
‘Omigod, I think I know,’ Lucy exclaimed. ‘He’s made a list of thirty things he wants to do before he turns thirty years old!’
I turned to Lucy and then back to the book. 12 – Trek Snowdon. Who could be bothered to do stuff like that?
‘A fitness freak who’s also planning to do a triathlon,’ Lucy laughed. ‘If this list is anything to go by, he is not the man for you, Maya.’
‘Why not?’ I snapped. ‘I’m very active, thank you very much, in case that’s what you’re implying.’
‘I’m not “implying” anything, babe. I’m saying it how it is. Your idea of being “active” is hitting Oxford Street once a season.’
She was right. I was the most inactive person I knew.
‘What do I do with all this then?’ I asked, deflated. The last thing I expected was for this notebook to prove to me all the ways that Noah was wrong for me.
‘Forget about it and move on. And if you ever happen to run into him on the Underground, get his number so you can return it.’
‘That’s it?’
‘What other options are there? You’re hardly going to tick off his list for him! Can you imagine going skydiving?’
We both laughed weakly and I shuddered at the thought of jumping out of a plane for fun, not because the tail had caught fire and it was the only way to safety.
With a sigh, I stuffed the book into my bag and put on my coat. ‘Come on, let’s go. Netflix waits for no one.’
‘Actually, the whole point of it is that it waits for everyone.’
‘You’re so bloody pedantic.’
‘Duh. I’m not the best paralegal at this firm for nothing, you know.’
Chapter Three
