This is my own little romantic fiction story that I’m making up as I go along and that you all seem to be enjoying. If you have missed the beginning, you can read part 1 here and part 2 here.

Here is part 3. Hope you enjoy it Please comment if you would like more.

I’m waiting on the bus with my hand in my pocket clutching the little pink envelope.  I have to keep touching it so I know that it’s real. My stomach is churning as I get on the bus. I feel guilty, like one of the other passengers is going to realise that I am clutching Adrian Axel’s mobile number in my hand and call me out on it. I find a seat near the back and contemplate texting my sister. Robyn needs to know about this, she will know what to do. I think better of it though, patience is not one of her virtues and  as soon as she read my text she would just call me with a bunch of questions that I don’t want to answer on the bus.  I gaze out of the window wondering if Adrian Axel is expecting my call.

Robyn is finally home, she got home an hour after I did but it was a long  hour. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read the card from Adrian Axel. I think I know his mobile number by heart now.

Robyn walks in to the kitchen and I hand her a cup of tea. She takes a sip, eyes me over the cup and says ‘Spill’. She knows me well.

‘He sent me flowers’ I tell her, handing over the little pink message.

She reads it quickly and then puts her cup down and heads out of the kitchen.

‘Robyn!?  Where are you going? I could use some advice y’know.’ I say huffily , following her into my bedroom.

She scans my room.

‘Where are the flowers?’

‘Well…’

I explain how Samantha’s interference led to my flowers going home with Mel.

‘We’ll have to get her back for that.’ Robyn says simply once I have finished my Samantha  story. My big sister is a big fan of the ‘don’t get mad, get even’ philosophy. After placing Samantha firmly on her mental blacklist she turns her attention back to the matter at hand.

‘I need to know what the flowers looked like.’ She says, taking a seat on my bed.

‘Why?’

‘Because the card sounds pretty flirty, it’s not a bog-standard ‘Thank you’ card, and it has his number on it. He wants you to call him, so he probably wants to see you again. What type of flowers did he send you? Were they roses? How big was the bouquet?’

Robyn fancies herself quite the detective, but she’s never given me bad advice before so I answer her questions.

‘I don’t know what they were, definitely not roses, but a mixture of all different flowers, mostly pink, purple and white ones. I didn’t pay them much attention. The bouquet was quite big.’

‘Roses would have been easier to read but he sent you flowers and gave you his number. He is not just thanking you for doing your job. You have to call him.’

‘ No. I can’t. You know I can’t. He’s Adrian Axel. What am I supposed to say to him? ‘Hi Adrian, about those 20 questions…’ No. I don’t think so. I’ll say something stupid.  What if this is what celebrities do to say thanks. What if he gave me his number so I can ask for tickets to one of his film premiers or something?’

‘Stop over thinking it. He’s a guy, he gave you, a girl, his number. He’s interested in you. It’s that simple.’

‘If it’s that simple, why does it matter what type of flowers he sent me?’

‘I just wanted to know if they were roses, it doesn’t really matter. Give me your mobile.’

‘No.’

‘It’s not like I’m  going to just ring up Adrian Axel Wren, give me your phone, you’re going to text him. Well technically I’m going to text him because it will take you ages to figure out what to say and then you will want me to read it over before you send it anyway.  So I’m saving us sometime and skipping a step. Give me your phone.’

‘Ok, but let me read it before you send it.’

‘Deal.’

I give her my mobile and she has one last quick read over the card before typing my message.

‘Done.’ She says handing the phone to me.

I look at the screen, but I only see the number from the card and the calling symbol. I just have time to glare at Robyn who gives me her Cheshire cat smile and then I hear a very famous voice.

‘Who’s this?’ it says brusquely.

‘Uh.. Hi. It’s Wren, I mean Mel, Mel from ‘The Barn’. I mean, you think my name is Mel but it’s actually Wren… uhhh, I’m the girl who dressed you in a tracksuit and Burberry cap.’

‘Did you like the flowers?’

‘yeah, they were really nice. Thank you.’

‘Where is good to eat in Glasgow?’

What!?

‘Umm, China Buffet King?’

‘OK, Meet me there at 9.’

He hung up.

He hung up on me! And asked/ordered me to dinner. I think. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to do. Actually I do know what to do.

‘Get out of my room Robyn.’

‘Need some time to swoon? She says, sauntering by me, Cheshire cat grin still all over her face. She knows that I’m mad at her but she doesn’t care. ‘ I’m going to have a potnoodle and then I’ll do your hair for you.’ she calls on her way to kitchen. Robyn is a hairdresser.

I flop onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know if I’m thrilled or infuriated . I stare at the glow in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling and replay  my conversation with Adrian Axel in my head. I decide that I’m infuriated. I’m not going to dinner with him.

I order a Chinese and turn off my phone.

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