One hour later Neal was walking into Penny's Café, spotting his best mate at their usual table, waving at him like a madman. Neal rolled his eyes playfully as he sat down.
"Ye look like proper shite, mate." Fynn greeted him.
"Cheers. Just what I needed to hear." Neal responded when a waiter came over and he ordered a large Latte.
"Can I get a coffee, love? And make that Irish, will ye?" Fynn siad around a grin.
"You really are crazy." Neal chuckled.
"On second thought, make his Irish, too." Fynn winked at the waiter and she laughed slightly before walking off. Neal raised his brow at the Soctsman. "Come on, you know you want it." Fynn grinned and Neal could not help but chuckle.
"So what is so important that everyone is trying to get a hold of me on this fine... What day is?" Fynn laughed at Neal as the Irish singer stifled a yawn.
"It's Thursday. Jeez, you really are living the life, aren't you?"
"It is just grand. Now tell me what is going on so we can get this business stuff over with."
"There is the businessman that I know and love." Neal cocked up one eyebrow and Fynn rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. I am getting to it then." The gingerhaired man leaned forward and looked at Neal with a would-be-serious expression.
"I've got a proposition for ye." Neal almost started laughing out loud at his best friend's expression if the waiter had not come over in that moment and placed their coffees in front of them. Neal took a sip and cast Fynn a pointed look when he tasted the whiskey through the strong coffee. The other man just grinned slyly and Neal decided not to fight him on it.
If he had learned anything from his long years of friendship with the fellow singer, it was to never challenge him when he looked at you with that sheepish grin.
"So what is this proposition about then?" He instead asked.
"Well, ye know about my upcoming gig at the Royal Albert Hall right?" Neal nodded. Fynn had been so excited when he got offered to play there that he had not talked about anything else for about two and a half weeks. It had driven Neal almost mad, but he also was very proud of the achievement of his best mate.
"Sooo, you know the guy that was suppossed to play a couple of tunes during my break had to cancel. Some private reason or whatnot. If you ask me, he just felt too fine and English to do it. But nevermind." Neal had to suppress his grin. The both of them had lived in London for years and were making their carreers from here, but neither of them had ever acknowledged that living around English people was a good thing. Which was in itself stupid because a lot of Englsih people were beyond awesome.
But that was just the stubborn pride of the Irish and the Scottish apparently. That was probably also one of the things that had helped them bond so fast. They had both been some kind of outcasts in this big city when they first got here.
"So of course Matt and Stella were about ready to explode until we came up with a great solution." Neal could already imagine where this was going and he sat up a bit straighter.
"Sooooooo.... wanna be by back-up and live-saver? Since you've got that new album coming out soon and that would be great promo. And well, you love me. We could play some tunes together, too, it would be fun."
"Yes."
"What?" Fynn was seemingly taken aback by his single and quick response.
"I said, yes. I'll do it. It'll be great." Neal said chuckling slightly.
"Well, I've had a whole bloody speech prepared. Kinda sad I won't get to say it all. But if you're in, great."
"Well, who could say no to these big puppy eyes?" Fynn stuck his tongue out at Neal.
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Romance'He moved one of his hands to cup her cheek, his stomach doing somersaults when she leaned into his touch, still not breaking eye-contact. His other arm came around her waist and he felt like he could burst with happiness. "Fuck." He said around a l...
