part two
�Well, she texted back, I�m not going to tell you just yet. But I have only had your number since last friday.�
The reply she got was obviously not intended for her. No, wrong person. OK, so maybe the boy deserved a few clues.
�Remember me? Last friday, pub-crawl, dance floor? Any of this ring a bell?�
Finally he had figured out who was texting him. �Belfast? Yeah, I read that e-mail about an hour ago.�
What? He�s read the mail and all he says is I�ll reply soon? Bastard. She logged off the computer and headed out into the dark afternoon. It was fall, and outside it was dark and the rain was pouring from the sky. Living in Ireland meant you got used to rain, but the weather was bad, even by Irish standards.
For once I�ll have an early night, she thought. She crawled into bed, set her alarm and turned off the lights.
She woke up suddenly and abruptly, had the alarm gone off already? It felt as if she had only slept an hour or two. She got out of bed and checked her alarm clock. It hadn�t gone off; in fact it was just an hour past midnight. She hadn�t been awakened by her alarm, but by her mobile. Someone had sent her a message. She reached down and picked her phone off the floor. The message was from Darren.
�I am coming to Belfast this weekend. Will you be around? I need a tour guide, and a dance partner. Darren.�
Even though she was tired she couldn�t go back to bed. Of course, he wasn�t coming up just to see her. And yet she was so excited that she had to go into the kitchen and make herself a cup of tea. OK, the real reason was that she felt a need to tell the world. He had texted her. It meant he was flirting with her, didn�t it?
One of her friends was sitting in the kitchen watching TV. She sat down next to him on the sofa. A part of her was dying to tell him, but she didn�t. Something held her back. After all, it was just a text message. Instead she made random conversation about how late it was and the fact that she couldn�t go back to sleep. But on the inside she was giggling, he was coming here! And she was flirting with him. At least she thought she was. But he was flirting with her? Wasn�t he? What did flirting actually consist of?
She decided to ask Alex who was sitting next to her. After all, he was a man, so he ought to know. But just how was she supposed to ask him without letting him know what was going on? She felt like telling the world, but she didn�t want to tell her friends just yet. They would find out soon enough. But all these feelings kept bubbling up inside her, and it was hard not to say anything.
-Alex, if a guy tells you that he likes your smile, does that mean that he�s flirting with you?
She kept her eyes fixed on the TV and tried to look cool. It didn�t work. Alex knew her too well.
-Who told you he likes your smile? And yes, he�s flirting with you. So who is this mystery man?
The blonde tried to hide her smile, but she didn�t succeed.
-Oh, just a guy I met in Dublin.
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