Pulling my last pint before I clocked off for the night, I realised someone was watching me. ‘Are you going to buy me a drink after your shift?’ the handsome stranger asked. I was taken aback by the cheekiness, but I was instantly drawn to the mischievous glint in his eye. ‘Go on then,’ I said, pulling another pint and putting it down in front of him.
It was November 2012, and meeting Damien, then 22, for the first time, I loved his charming confidence and his jokes. ‘Are you going to give me your number?’ Damien asked, passing me his phone.
Arriving home an hour later, a message pinged through. For the next few days we were in constant contact, firing texts to each
