"She's dead!"

Chapter Two: I Wanna Dance With My Lady

On the Saturday following our encounter at the coffee shop, he texted me. The text read: "Hey beautiful. Remember me from the coffee shop? Can't stop thinking of you. Want to go out tonight?"

My heart honestly melted, gosh, I had only ever seen him once - and yet I was already beginning to fall for him. I was such an idiot. Of course I had to reply to the text message in the most genuine, yet sexy way possible. "Hi. I think I'd like to see you tonight. We could meet outside the coffee shop for 8?" I replied, my hands trembling as I tapped each letter.

"Sounds perfect. I'll see you then beautiful :)." Was the text he sent me confirming our date. I was so excited. I had never really been the type to go on dates, so I was also extremely nervous. I picked out the most elegant, yet revealing dress I could find. I think it was a royal blue colour. It was a nice change from all the blacks, greys and whites that I would often have been seen in.

7:30 came and I was getting ready to leave. If you've ever packed your handbag for a date, you'll know exactly how difficult it is. You never know exactly what to put inside that little mother f*cker. My date bag contained a pack of mint chews, a Smoked Purple lipstick (Mac of course), my phone, keys and wallet. It was particularly warm that night, but I stuffed a shawl in my bag too - you know how unpredictable English weather is.

I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled up my bra, revealing my cleavage. I grinned at the mirror, then licked my teeth. I was ready to leave, and so I did.

I arrived at the coffee shop 5 or 10 minutes earlier than we had planned. I have to admit, I was pretty pissed at the thought of having to wait there by myself, awkwardly, for ten minutes. I sat on the wall to begin my wait. All of a sudden, a black car pulled up by the side of the coffee shop. I thought to myself... "Is that him? No, couldn't be. He's 10 minutes early."

It was him though. Just like me, my date had showed up 10 minutes early, almost as if he knew I was sat on the wall waiting for him. He emerged from the black car, grinning. "Hello beautiful." he whispered in my ear and pulled me close. "You look good enough to eat" he said, still holding me very close. "You don't look too bad yourself." I replied and kissed his cheek.

Gosh - everything was moving so fast.

"Ready to go?" he asked, he wasn't holding me so close by that point. "Yes!" I yelled - luckily no one else was around. He grabbed my hand and escorted me to his car. We got inside the car and drove off.

The car journey to the restaurant was about 30 minutes long. It wasn't filled with awkward silences or small talk, we got into deep conversation - not like the normal first date, more like we'd known each other for years. We also learned something extremely important about each other. Up until that point he had been calling me 'beautiful' and I had been avoiding saying his name. I loved the way in which he approached that question, because it could've gotten extremely weird. Whitney Houston's ' I Wanna Dance With Somebody', which happens to be my favourite song of all time, came on the radio during the journey. When he noticed me humming along and bopping my head, he turned the volume up the highest it could go. I was pleased, because he was so confident in himself that he could play an 80's pop song on full blast at 8pm without feeling embarrassed. He began singing - "I wanna dance with my lady!". Those weren't the words because he was referring to me. He then asked my name extremely quickly, so he wouldn't miss the opportunity to include my name in the song. "Tahlia", I replied with a giggle. He proceeded to sing, "I wanna dance with Tahlia."

I felt so special! No guy had ever placed my name into a song before. "That's cute." I smirked. I still didn't know his name, so I thought it was only right for me to ask. "What's your name?" I asked. I put it so bluntly, I guess I wasn't as smooth as him. He took a deep breath, as if he was ashamed of his name, before saying "I'm Callum". I had never really had an opinion on the name Callum, but from that moment it became my favorite word.