Scarlet sets out on becoming an independent woman, leaving the home comforts of her London life after she lands the role of Digital Marketing Manager for Manchester City.
After ending her long term relationship, she had no intentions of getting int...
I woke up and immediately breathed a sigh of relief as I remembered it was the weekend and I had nowhere to be today. Result.
Last night's events begun to run through my mind and I reached out to my phone, seeing Erling's message that I had left unread. I didn't want to seem too eager, after all.
I carefully typed out a reply and hit send.
it was nice chatting with you too, I hope I managed to somewhat redeem myself? sounds good, let me know if you have a place or day in mind x
After I hit the send button I put my phone on silent and left it in my bed and went to make my morning cup of coffee. After being in a relationship for 7 years, the texting game wasn't something I had missed, nor was the anxiety that came with waiting for a reply.
I made my cup of coffee and sat down on my sofa, flicking through the Saturday morning TV options. Nothing was taking my fancy.
'Sod it.' I thought as I walked back to retrieve my phone. I couldn't wait any longer.
I picked it up pretending I didn't care, as though that would make a difference.
He had replied.
erlinghaaland: oh good morning, you are up early. how does today sound? I have a rare weekend off. x , 09:30
5 minutes had passed and I figured that was long enough to leave it.
well that's ruined my plans for a duvet day... when do I need to be ready for? x
I hit sent.
I received a reply not even a minute later.
erlinghaaland: Send me your address. I'll pick you up at 1. x , 09:35
I sent him my address and had a bubble bath whilst pondering where he could be taking me.
I put on some tunes and leisurely got myself ready, curling my hair and doing my makeup. As someone who always seems to be running late, I did love it when the rare opportunity arose where I could take my sweet time getting ready.
It was cold outside and I had no idea where we were going. I wanted to dress warm but still look cute. After trying on numerous outfits, I settled on a white jumper and little skirt that showed off my bum. I put some warm tights on and got my black heeled boots ready to slip on by the front door. I had noticed Erling staring at my legs the previous night so I wanted to make sure I exentuated them... without being absolutely freezing.
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We sat in his red Ferrari, making small talk as he drove us to wherever we were going. I always thought there was something so attractive about watching men drive, but as I watched Erling's hands grip the steering wheel I actually felt myself clench my crossed legs together.
I tried to snap myself out of it. "So when am I going to find out where you're taking me?"
"When we get there." He replied with a smirk, eyes fixated on the road infront of us. "Have you seen much up here out of the city?"
"Not really. I mean, I don't drive so-"
I was cut off before I could continue. "You don't drive?!" Erling was shocked.
"No, I've never really seen the need to. I'm from London where we just get the tube. Who wants to sit in traffic all day?" Truth be told, the amount of money I had spent on Uber was pretty sickining.
"I will teach you one day." Erling said with confidence.
I laughed, imagining how panicked he would surely be with me behind the wheel of his car that definitely cost more than most people's houses.
"Would you really though?" I asked lightheartedly.
"Well maybe I'll have to get to know you a bit more first to make sure you will not kill us both."
"Haha." I replied in a monotone voice. He looked across to me and gave me a look that made my tummy flip. I hoped we wouldn't be going anywhere to eat. I didn't think I'd be able to stomach it.
We were in a nice area of Cheshire at this point. The houses were all incredible, much bigger and better than my family house back home. I suddenly felt very out of my comfort zone, and right on queue Erling spoke up and made me feel even worse.
"I hope you're hungry."
Great.
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In my opinion, there's nothing worse than eating on a first date. You can't have what you really want because you're too conscious about what they're going to think and you're overly worried about your table manners, even though you know they're fine.
We were in a very fancy restaurant, seated away from the few other occupied tables. Erling had gave the waiter a hug when we walked in and was very friendly with him. He must've been here lots before. Had he taken girls here before? I felt a pang of jealousy at the thought. I tried to shrug it off as we finished up our food.
There hadn't been a moment of silence as we got to know each other. Erling told me about his family and his life back home before he left it all. He was now quizzing me on my life.
"So this ex. Why did you break up with him?"
I tried to keep it as brief as possible.
"We were just different people and wanted different things, I suppose." I said nonchalantly, hoping he wouldn't ask any more.
"How long were you together?"
"Just over 7 years."
Erling raised his eyebrows as he put his glass of wine down.
"Wow, that is a long time."
I nodded.
"When you say you wanted different things, what does that mean exactly?"
He wasn't giving up.
"To be honest, I really just wasn't feeling it anymore. We got together when we were 18 and I guess people change. As awful as it sounds I think I just fell out of love with him." I explained, hoping he wouldn't think too poorly of me.
"I think that is fair enough. People change." He spoke and I gave him a small smile. "I'd hate to be on the receiving end of you saying you had fallen out of love with me, though."
I laughed.
"You'd have to get me to fall in love with you first."
"That sounds like a challenge." Erling spoke with an ounce of cockiness in his voice as he necked back the last of his wine.
