Bridget Hope is a waitress newly moved to London. Tom Holland, an aspiring actor is her new next door neighbour. Despite their physical attraction towards each other, Bridget resents against him, not wanting to get trapped in his playboy antics. But...
"What? Why have I to close up?" I asked, completely confused at Harry.
"Frankie's...aunt died like just now, so...you're the next person he knows." Harry spoke shakily, almost like he was nervous.
"What about Greg or even Bridget?"
I ignored the tug of my heart when I said her name.
"Greg is obviously with Frankie and Bridget is uh...out."
"Out?" I raised a brow.
"With Elijah I think."
I licked my teeth then sighed.
"Fine, I'll go get changed."
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Bridget's POV
I rushed to get an outfit on that wasn't pyjamas and then reapplied some very light makeup consisting of concealer and mascara with some lipstick. I brushed my hair and it fell loosely around my shoulders in waves. I shoved on shoes, sprayed the perfume I knew Tom liked, grabbed my shit then ran out the building.
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I got in the car and drove off, practising what I would say to him out loud. My phone dinged and I looked to the passenger seat.
Harry: He's just left. ETA: 20 mins.
Shit.
I tried my best to drive carefully through the lashing rain. Since it was pitch black outside, it made things even worse. But I had to get there fast enough. Before him.
I finally made it outside and I squealed and grunted as I made my way inside the bar, sighing with relief as I got in.
I looked up and Frankie was standing behind the bar, wiping the surface with a cloth and shaking his head.
"Here comes the surprising hopeless romantic." He announced with a smile.
I rolled my eyes and jogged behind the bar with him.
"You need to leave by the way." I nudged him as I got martini glasses out.
"Hey, you don't even work here anymore, I have to close up."
"I'll buy you dinner. Please?" I pouted at him.
He smiled, "I would have done it for free." And he slipped away.
"Wh- No!" I called after him as he scurried off to get his stuff.
"Too late! You already said!" He laughed from the back room.
I shook off my jacket and looked in the mirror that was mounted across the room. I readjusted my hair from afar, squinting to see any imperfections.
Frankie came back out then waved, "Good luck, text me!"
"I will." I smiled and he left into the wailing wind.
