Mo Grá| Derek Morgan

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London
june 07, 2000

I woke up to the annoying ringing of my phone. As I used my hand to cover my eyes to shield them from the sunlight that came through the curtains, I fumbled for my phone on the bedside table. The small screen lit up, displaying an unknown number, and for a brief moment, I hesitated. Yet I flipped it open, "Hello?" I croaked, my voice raspy from sleep.

"Good morning darling!" The voice on the other end was smooth and warm, It was Killian—the guy I'd met last night. I could almost picture his charming smile.

"Hey! Good morning," I replied, fighting to keep the sleep out of my voice. "Wow, I didn't expect you to actually call."

"Well, why wouldn't I?" he chuckled, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. "How did you sleep?"

"Like a rock," I admitted. "But I think I might still be dreaming."

"Good dreams, I hope?" he asked, and I could feel my cheeks heat at the thought of last night-

"Definitely," I replied, keeping it coy. "I was wondering if you'd like to grab breakfast with me. I know a great little café."

I hesitated for a split second, the reality of the situation settling in. "Sure, I'd love to," I found myself saying, the words spilling out before I could second-guess myself. "What time?"

"How about in an hour?" he suggested. "I can pick you up."

"Great!" I replied, as he spoke up again. "What hotel are you at?"

"I'm at The Kensington," I said, feeling a little thrill at the thought of him coming to get me.

"Perfect, I'll pick you up then," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. "See you then!"

"See you then." I said and I hung up, my heart racing as I stared at the phone in my hand. I got out of bed. I had an hour to get into something that wouldn't scream 'I just rolled out of bed.' I rummaged through my suitcase, pulling out a denim skirt and a soft white tank top. It was casual but cute, just the right vibe for breakfast. As I slipped into the skirt, I heard a knock at the door. It was Mark.

"Leah? You in there?" he called through the door.

"Yeah, just getting ready!" I shouted back, my fingers deftly curling my hair into loose waves. I could hear him shuffle outside, and a few moments later, he pushed the door open without waiting for an invitation, a habit I had long since accepted.

"Hey, who was that lm the phone?" he asked.

"Uh Killian," I said, trying to keep the excitement in my voice. "Killian?" he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. "The guy from the club?"

"Yeah! He wants to take me to breakfast," I said, unable to suppress a grin.

"Breakfast? You're kidding me," he said, his tone shifting to one of concern. "You barely know him, Leah. Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Mark, come on," I rolled my eyes. "It'll be fine, it's just breakfast."

"I just want you to be careful," he answered. "Something doesn't sit right about him."

I sighed, "You've got to trust me. I know what I'm doing. If it doesn't feel right, I can always leave."

"Promise me you'll be careful?" he asked, his voice softening.