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Just before six o'clock on Friday evening, Cybella and Gordon get out of Cybella's Honda. They walk down Bondi Road, passing the tattoo shop, the vegetarian restaurant and yet another new Thai restaurant. The road is unusually quiet and Cybella has parked directly opposite the fish cafe where she's taking Gordon for dinner. The streets aren't gridlocked during the Olympics after all and there's an unusual calm on this usually noisy busy road.
Walk in front of me, says Gordon as they head towards the traffic lights and the pedestrian crossing. I can see better if you walk slightly in front of me.
She doesn't know whether to offer him her arm or what. She ...