Our Girl

9

Jasmine

I turned around to see a chest. Great.

I looked up and wow.
They were a east asian boy with short black hair that went just below his ears. He had coloured eyes but I couldn't tell because it was quite dark.

His jawline was sharp and his cheekbones were quite defined.

"Hello" I smiled back.

"Theodore. Theo for short" he stuck his hand out. He had a strong Scottish accent just like Connor.

"Jasmine. Jas for short" I shook it.

"I'm just gonna find some friends" Dante turned to walk away.

"No! Wait. I'm sorry Theodore. I need to go back to my friend. I hope to see you soon. Maybe we could grab lunch or something I don't know"

He gave me such a beautiful smile. "It's okay. Lunch sounds good. Shall I give you my Instagram or?"

"Oh yeah. One second." I grabbed Dante's wrist and put him next to me and held him there as I took my phone out and unlocking it, opening Instagram.

He followed himself and I before handing me back my phone.

"Thank you. I'll see you soon Theodore" I picked up my drink as Dante took my wrist and led me through the crowd of people.

We headed back to Connor and Priya who, had finally pulled away from each other, were sharing a box of pizza.

Dante let go and went to sit beside them. "Yum. Where did you get this from?"

"Jason ordered some boxes for everyone"

"Who's Jason?" I asked.

"My twin"

What??

"What??? I didn't know you had a twin" Priya exclaimed.

"Well he's older, which is a shame, and we look nothing alike"

Priya kept bombarding him with questions but I zoned out, thinking about Theodore.

. . . .

"I've got to go to my lecture now Thomas. I'll see you at 3" I put on my jacket and gloves.

"Okay sweetheart. I'll see you soon" he waved as I left the café.

Michael

She is perfect. She's the girl we've been looking for.

"Jasminder Singh. Born on October 22 2002. Has three older brothers and one older sister, who were born in Punjab, India. Jasminder was born in London. Currently taking History and Photography. Has a clean criminal record. Favourite colour is . . . turquoise. Very fancy. She's only ever been Italy and India. And she's single! Yay!" Alex walked in the shop, taking a seat on the stool infront of the bar.

"what?"

"The girl. Jasmine. I had a private investigator look into her. She seems pretty trustworthy. Do you think she's the one?"