𝐈 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 [𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲]

Chapter 4

Horney

Lisa and I met up a day later following the concert, and can I just say that one day felt like FOREVER. Every song that came on the radio reminded me of her in some way. She was like some crazy dream that I guess I'd never thought would become my reality.

She had asked Alice, her manager, to ask Rosé for my number because she was too impatient waiting for me to contact her so I'd been informed. And so the morning after the night where Little Lisa made an appearance I received a text from her truly...

Hello stranger, remember me
Hoping to see you sometime today. Make sure to wear your pink converse if you accept my offer, and I'll wear mine to match. Just kidding. Pikn's not my colour, I'm more of a fuchsia kinda girl- did I spell fuchsia right? 😉

I promise if you accept, Little Lisa won't make an appearance this time.

I hope you've been thinking about me as much as I have you.

Yours,
Lali

Oh my gosh. I reread the message over and over again, pinching myself and wondering where this girl had been my entire life. She was like a modern day Mr Darcy, with a mobile phone and she was even sexier. She had this magical way with words that just made my entire body urge just to hear her voice, amongst other urges which I hoped would be coming very soon, in the non-sluttiest kind of way.

I thought about her eyes the most. It was like they knew me she saw parts of me that nobody ever had even flicked a eyelid at. She looked at me like a musician looking at their piano, taking in all 88 keys - she didn't just see me in black and white, she saw me in polaroid colour.

I remembered that I'd told Rosé we would go down to the harbor in the evening but when I showed her the text from Lisa she first of all screamed for about ten minutes straight and then exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, GO! GO have a drink with her, and then if all goes well bring her home and have rampant sex darling! Afterall, she's got a cute butt."

I wasn't sure about the rampant sex part but I sure as hell wanted to kiss her again... and again. She was so good at kissing. She was the perfect equilibrium between guys and girls who seem to be that hungry that you nearly lose your tongue or the ones that literally leave you with a wet chin from their escapable and excitable puppy-like slobber. So that was a tick on my list.

So, after confirming my cancellation with Rosé, I didn't hesitate a second longer in texting her back...

Hello Red Blazer,
Funnily enough I do remember you, and yes you've been on my mind too.

See you tonight at Gatsby's? I'll be there at 8:30 and promise not to be too fashionably late.

Jennie 💋

P.s. Don't leave Little Lisa home. She might get lonely...

And I hit send and blushed at my p.s. note. I felt like a teenager being all flirty and flushed.

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My shift waitressing could not go by quick enough - though all of the staff wanted to know who this mystery fella was, I just wanted to see her again. I wanted to stop talking to everyone else about her, and actually go and talk to her, maybe even kiss those soft, baby- bum textured lips once again... Oh my.

After serving my last customer the biggest order you could imagine possible it consisted of that many food allergy notes and queries over the cleanliness of the restaurant I very nearly threw my little crappy waitress pen at his hairy face. But I resisted in case I got arrested for harassing a customer and ended up in a Spanish jail and consequently missed out on my date with Lisa.