Author's Notes:
Facing fears is always difficult... but often worth it.
Enjoy!
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Rose’s alarm screamed it’s rude demand to wake up at five bloody o’clock in the morning. Reaching blindly in it’s general direction, she cursed until her fingers met the blessed snooze button and the cruel device quietened. Why the hell had she agreed to this blasted shift again? Oh yeah. Money.
Blurrily climbing from the bed, she plodded into the loo, relieved her aching bladder and brushing her teeth. Gazing into the mirror, she took in her scrumpled appearance. She hadn’t bothered removing her make-up last night and it was now merrily decorating her face in odd places making her look a bit like a racoon clown. Yeah… imagine having John wake up to see this. She sighed. Well… it didn’t look like she’d have to worry about that eventuality, at least.
Trying to ignore her depressing thoughts, she jumped in the shower to scrub the remaining date paint from her face and wash her sleep worn hair. The rest of her morning ablutions went by with little thought and before long she was ready to leave. Pulling her bag up onto her shoulder, she grabbed her keys and phone.
To her surprise, there was a text waiting for her. A text? Who would text her at his hour? Realizing who it probably was, she sighed and opened her messages. Her mum had taken to texting her lately when she needed something… but what could she possible want at this hour?
Frowning, she focused on the number. It wasn’t her Mum’s. It was John’s. At 5:45 in the morning?
Unbidden, her heart sped up and she quickly opened the message.
Morning, Rose! Well, I suppose I should really say, ‘Middle of the night, Rose’! Hope this txt didn’t wake u. Just wanted to tell you I had a wonderful time last night. R u free 4 lunch today? No pressure. U gotta eat, tho, right? I do 2, so we have that in common. Call if you’d like to meet.
A ridiculously hyperactive herd of gazelle galloped through her belly and she actually made a little joyful ‘squeee’-ing sound before childishly bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. He wanted to see her again!
Calming herself a bit, she quickly texted back,
What r u doing up? I had a great time last night too. I’d love to meet for lunch. Where?
She pressed send and made her way out the door. If she didn’t get a move on she’d be late and Cassandra would have her head.
Her phone buzzed it’s receipt of a new text.
Don’t sleep super at night lately. :( How about you pick where this time?
Rose bit her lip. After considering some options as she walked in the early morning drizzle, she texted,
Do you like fish and chips?
She immediately questioned her choice. He was a doctor. He probably didn’t eat such nutrient free fare.
In front of her, the train came to a stop as it arrived and as she climbed on just as she received his reply.
Love them! :)
Rose smiled. Okay. Not a health nut.
OK, how about Bailey’s on Dawes Road at 1:00. Do u know it?
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