Surprise Me
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 Sophie Kinsella

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‘What have you done?’ demands Tilda at once.
He scowls, ignoring the question. ‘They’re flimsy. Walls should be solid. They shouldn’t just break off in chunks.’
‘“Break off in chunks”?’ echoes Tilda in alarm. ‘What do you mean, “break off in chunks”? What have you done?’
‘It’s not my fault, OK?’ Toby exclaims, with a defensive glower. ‘If this house was a bit more well built …’ He gestures at the door frame with his drill, and clearly presses the ‘On’ button by mistake, because it starts drilling noisily into the door frame.
‘Toby!’ screams Tilda above the noise. ‘Stop! Turn it off!’
Hastily, Toby turns the drill off and withdraws it from the hole that it’s now made in the office door frame.
‘I don’t know how that happened,’ he says, eyeing the drill dispassionately. ‘That shouldn’t have happened.’
‘What have you done?’ says Tilda for the third time, and this time she sounds quite steely.
‘There’s a bit of a … hole,’ says Toby. He catches Tilda’s eye and gulps, suddenly looking a bit less sure of himself. ‘I expect I can cover it up. I’ll do that. I’ll cover it up. Bye, Sylvie,’ he adds, and hastily backs away.
‘Bye!’ I call after him, biting my lip. I know I shouldn’t laugh. But Tilda’s expression is quite comical.
‘How my life could have been different,’ she says, apparently to the wall. ‘I could be in Tuscany. Making my own olive oil.’
‘Hey, Dan’s coming up the path,’ Toby calls down from the stairs. ‘Shall I let him in?’
My whole body jolts in shock. Dan? Dan? Here?
Wildly, Tilda and I stare at each other. Then Tilda calls back, ‘No, don’t worry, Tobes!’ in a slightly strangled voice. ‘Upstairs,’ she hisses to me. ‘I’ll get rid of him.’
I hurry up the stairs, my heart pounding, hoping frantically that he won’t recognize me through the wavy glass of Tilda’s front door, or look up through the clear fanlight. What’s he doing here?
‘Hello, Dan!’ From my vantage point on the landing, I can just see Tilda greeting him below. ‘This is a surprise!’
‘I’m just going to Clapham on a site visit,’ says Dan, ‘so I thought, why not pick up that package now, while Sylvie isn’t about?’
‘Good idea!’ says Tilda, heartily. ‘Very good idea. It’s just through here in my office, come this way …’
My heartbeat is subsiding. OK. No need to panic. He’ll just take the box and go and never know I was here. It’s quite funny, really, the two of us creeping around after each other.
Tilda leads Dan to her office and I tiptoe down the stairs a little, to listen to them.
‘… very nice,’ Dan is saying in a voice I can only barely make out. ‘You’re right, the blue was a little … blue. So which size do you think I should keep?’
‘Definitely the size ten,’ says Tilda. ‘I know it’ll fit her better.’
‘Great.’ There’s a slight pause, then Dan says, sounding puzzled, ‘Er … where is the size ten?’
Shit! Shit, shit!
I look down at myself in sudden ghastly comprehension. I’m wearing the size ten.
‘Oh!’ says Tilda, her voice a desperate squawk. ‘Oh! Of course. I took it upstairs to … to ask Toby’s opinion. I’ll just get it. Stay there!’ she adds, shrilly.
She hurries into the hall and waves her arms at me in mute desperation. Frantically, I unbutton the cardigan, my fingers catching on the buttonholes and, at last, thrust it at her.
‘Go!’ Tilda mouths at me.
As I retreat upstairs to the landing, Dan wanders into the hall, holding the box, and my stomach squirms. That was close.
‘Here we are,’ says Tilda, giving him the cardigan with a rictus smile.
‘It’s warm.’ Dan sounds even more puzzled, as well he might.
‘It was lying in the sunlight,’ says Tilda without missing a beat. ‘Such a lovely present; I know she’ll adore it. But I’m afraid I really do have to get back to work now.’
I sense a movement behind me and turn to see Toby emerging from a door, covered quite thickly in plaster dust.
‘Oh,’ he says in surprise. ‘Hi—’
Before he can say ‘Sylvie’ I’ve clamped my hand over his mouth like a mugger.
‘No!’ I whisper in his ear, with such ferocity, he blinks in alarm. He struggles a little, but I’m not letting go. Not till it’s safe.
‘Right,’ says Dan, below us in the hall. ‘Well, thanks again, Tilda. Really appreciate it.’
‘Any time.’ Tilda gives him a quizzical look. ‘Is it for anything special? Or just a random surprise?’
‘Just a random surprise.’ Dan smiles at her. ‘Just felt like it.’
‘Good idea! Nothing like a nice surprise.’ Tilda shoots a quick, sardonic glance upwards in my direction. ‘See you, Dan.’ She kisses him briskly on each cheek, then the door closes behind him, and finally I relax my grip on Toby.
‘Ow!’ he says, giving me an aggrieved look and rubbing his mouth. ‘Ow!’
‘Sorry,’ I say, not meaning it. ‘But I couldn’t risk you giving me away.’
‘What is all this?’ he demands.
‘Just … a thing,’ I say, heading downstairs. ‘Surprise present. Don’t tell Dan you saw me.’ I squint through the fanlight. ‘What’s he doing? Has he gone? Can you see?’
‘He’s driving away,’ reports Tilda, who is peering through the letter box. She stands up and makes an exaggerated huffing sound. ‘What a palaver. You see? All you’re doing is making trouble for yourselves.’
‘We’re not!’ I say defiantly. ‘It’s fun.’
Tilda rolls her eyes. ‘So what are you doing for Dan? Getting him cashmere socks?’
‘Oh, I’m doing plenty of things.’ My mind ranges over all my plans for tomorrow, and I give a pleased little smile. ‘Plenty of things.’
SIX
My surprise campaign starts first thing, and thankfully my body clock is on my side, because I wake up before Dan. I can hear the girls chatting quietly in their bedroom, but we should have another half-hour or so before they start hurling teddies at each other and shrieking.
I creep downstairs, hover by the front door and spot the Room Service London guy as he pulls up on his motorbike.
‘Hi!’ I call in hushed tones, and give him a wave. ‘Here, thank you!’
I’m so pleased with myself. Anyone could make breakfast. Anyone could put together a tray of croissants or eggs and bacon. But I’ve taken things one step further. I’ve prepared Dan a surprise international breakfast that will blow his mind!
OK, ‘prepared’ is probably the wrong word. ‘Ordered’ would be more accurate. I used this website where you click on items just like on a room service menu and they deliver it all in two insulated boxes (hot and cold) complete with a silver tray. (You put down a deposit against the tray, and apparently a lot of people keep them.)
‘Ssh!’ I say as the delivery guy tramps up the path, still wearing his bike helmet. He’s holding two boxes marked ‘Room Service London’, balanced on what must be the wrapped-up tray. ‘This is a surprise!’