- Hi Leslie, gr8 to see u last nite. Hopefully see you soon xx
I pondered for a second before I hit the send button. Was I sending it too quickly? Too eager? She seemed nice as well as hot. The kind of woman I could do with in my life. Damn it, just go for it. And I did.
Immediately, I felt flushed. The dreaded wait for a reply had begun.
Ronan appeared with the cups of coffee. Mine was a cappuccino. By now, I was feeling quite overwhelmed by the night before. I was feeling tired and hungover. Ronan looked like he felt much the same, his hair uncombed and his eyes red.
I looked out the window and watched the pedestrians walking up and down the narrow medievalesque street wondering if they had ever experienced a night as good as mine. First savoring the smell, I rook my first sup. Some of the chocolate rested on my tongue before dissipating away in my mouth.
“Will you be seeing her again?” Ronan asked.
“Hope so, I sent her a text there. Will see how it goes. Nothing back yet.”
“Ah, she might be sleeping or something. Give it time yet.”
“Plenty of fish in the sea,” I replied. I didn’t mean it. Leslie was special.
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