A Wedding With Who?

aged 25 (1)

Yay! Single and again ready to mingle.

I decided I felt like going to Costa for a iced tea. When I got in, hardly any one was there.

"Where is everyone?" I asked the man at the desk.

"Working!" He said without smiling. Well he's nice. Dude! If you don't like socialising with people! Don't work in a shop!

I went and sat at a table and got my phone out from my bag. Hu a text from Jack?

Hi babe
I miss u xxx

What an idiot, should of thought of that before you met Megan Tranior! I replied:

Hi sweetheart
Nice of you to say that but
how's Megan!!!
Dick head!!!

Soon after he replied:

Babe I'm over her
Come and surf a wave again xxx
I'm all yours

No! Just no! I answer:

You are such a two faced ball sack
I hope you find another pretty girl to ruin!

I thought to myself, what a wonderful world! I look up and see this tall man walk into the shop. He was holding a laptop in his hand and he looked intelligent. He got a drink and stopped and looked at the shop. There was only us two and an old couple in the corner. Then, he made his way to me.

"Hey" he said, "you don't mind if I sit with you?"

"No its fine." I said. He smiled at me. He sure did have white teeth.

"May i say, you look familiar" he said with his laptop open. I couldn't see what he was doing. Suddenly he flipped the laptop over so I could see the screen. The was a picture of me from the Barbados photo shoot.

"I'm guessing your a model" he said then taking a sip from his mug.

"Yes" I reply. Suddenly my phone went off. Another text from Jack

Babe come on!
I love you! Xx

That's a bit too late (the text... Oh and me and him getting back together.. Way too late).

"Is there a problem" the nice man said.

"Um, there is but it's fine." I reply.

"Please, if it's alright. May i know why you look worried?" He said with a smile. He was starting to sound British.

"Well.." I told him about Jack, Finlay and Tom and how they all were idiots. He was righting notes down on his pad so I carried on.

"Why are you writing it all down?" I ask

"I'm a film director and I love writing scripts so. Your story sounds great for my film." He said still writing stuff down.

"It's not a story" I said "this is all real." The man stop writing and looked up. I got my phone out again and showed him some texts.

"Well..." he said and started writing again.

"Is it to late to ask for you name?" I ask.

"Albert, and you are Mia from Rico's model agency" he said smiling and looking at his paper. "Well I better be off, I would like you to join me back at mine if that's not a worry." He said and put his hand out to me. I take it and I follow him to his Lamborghini out side.

"Nice ride!" I said and he drove off (with me inside).