Ingrid's first holiday without her parents.

It was Ingrid's first holiday without her parents. She was in a hotel on Ibiza with two school friends, having dinner in their hotel on the first night.
"What would you like?" Ingrid looked, for the first time, at their waiter. Her heart missed a beat. Later, when he came with their deserts, she asked his advice about the best clubs in town. "I'll show you," he said.
From then on, when Jaime wasn't working, they were inseparable. He was very romantic, unlike the English boys she knew.
Parting was painful for both of them at the end of the fortnight. They could not stop crying at the airport.
Two months later, life in Manchester was back to grey normal. She now recognized that her relationship with Jaime had been a typical holiday romance, enjoyed but best forgotten. But then, one rainy evening, there was a knock at the door. She opened it. There, on the doorstep, was Jaime. Her mother called from the kitchen, "Who is it?"
"It's just a friend," Ingrid answered. "An old friend..."