Dodging through the crowd, I looked around to make sure the guy hadn’t followed me.
I wish he’d leave me alone, I thought to myself.
Only, within seconds, the bloke I’d been desperately avoiding had found me.
‘So, how do you know everyone?’ he asked.
Simon Cash was a friend of a friend, and I’d only met him for the first time that night in December 2018, as we were on a birthday night out together.
From the moment we stepped into the karaoke taxi at the start of the night, he’d latched onto me.
‘I don’t know, I’m going to the loo,’ I told him, making my escape.
Despite my best efforts to shake him off, Simon, 24, wouldn’t leave me be.
I really didn’t want to be rude, but I had a roaring headache and he was
