I really need to write but I have no inspiration apart from a little piece of headcanon from the sitcom Miranda. Hence this. All I can say is, I'm sorry it's so bad.

It is a week after Gary moved to Hong Kong. The scene opens with Gary and Tamara lying on their backs under a thin white sheet. Gary's bare arms are folded on top of the blanket.

"I'm sorry," Gary says, staring at the ceiling. "I don't know what got into me."

"Oh, don't worry about it." Tamara nudges him playfully. "We're just messing about, we both know that. So who is this Miranda?"

"Miranda is…a wonderful woman from back home who I…"

Tamara grins at him. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

Gary smiles shyly, his cheeks colouring. "Maybe… Just a…" He sighs. "Yeah, yeah I am."

"Aww, Gary."

"Shut up!"

"What's she like?"


"Oh, come on, you've just said her name in bed, you can at least tell me about her."

Gary blushes again, and his eyes sparkle. "She's beautiful. She makes me laugh, she knows how to enjoy herself. She's always trying to fit in but she doesn't realise she stands out in the best way. She's wonderful."

That's your lot.