Slipping into leggings and a nice jumper, I was ready for a night with friends in October 2019.
My friend, Holly*, 24, had organised the night and had let me know the plans.
Wetherspoons first with Osman and a few others, then back to his, she’d text me. He said we can crash.
And so, at around 11pm on the Friday night, a group of us squeezed around a table. Once we all had our drinks, the night got off to a good start.
Sat next to each other, I mostly chatted with Osman Suleyman.
We’d met a while ago through mutual friends and he’d always seemed alright.
I was enjoying his company, but it wasn’t long before we all wanted to move the party on.
‘Let’s get a cab,’ Osman suggested. ‘I’ve got brandy.’
So, putting on our coats, we ordered a taxi.
‘I can’t stay tonight by the way,’ Holly
