Later that night...
Bridget picked me up at the hair salon since it was past ten when I finally was done. We both drove back to the hotel in silence. We had to let the events of earlier sink in. No one knew if this whole t-shirt thing would work but we would definitely give it a try.
I yawned. I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. But I knew I wouldn't be able to go to sleep just yet. We had to come up with an idea for a design by tomorrow.
The whole time I was at the hair salon I tried to come up with something. I looked through all the fashion and beauty magazines but my brain wouldn't function.
C: You didn't say anything about my hair yet.
B: It's pretty.
I had to chuckle.
C: I tried to come up with an idea for our design while I was sitting at the hair salon... Nothing. Nada.
B: I wrote some ideas down. The bartender helped me.
She handed me a napkin with the hotel logo on it but it was too dark and I couldn't see much.
C: What is it with you that you have to flirt with EVERY guy?
B: I don't know. I can't help it. It's like a disease.
We both giggled. I knew all too well Bridget enjoyed flirting way too much to call it a disease. But it was true, she couldn't help herself. She literally HAD TO flirt.
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I opened my room door with the key card and let Bri and myself in.
C: Make yourself comfortable. I have to get out of these clothes.
B: Your phone's ringing. Want me to get it?
C: It's probably just a text message.
I came out of the bathroom wearing an oversized shirt. My hair was up in a bun and the makeup removed.
B: OMG! Who are you?
C: Ha ha. Very funny.
I took the phone from the table and saw it was indeed a text. From Niall.
Niall from One Direction Niall!
I had no idea whether to curse or make somersaults.
B: Who texted you?
C: Just Niall. He wants to meet with me at Starbucks tomorrow morning.
I totally forgot I never told her how Niall called to ask me to hang out with them again. I decided I wouldn't tell her. For now.
B: OMG! How did he get your number?
C: I guess the security guy passed it around.
B: Oh!... Anyway, let's start with the brainstorming. The sooner we're done here the sooner we can go to sleep.
C: You're right.
I took the napkin out of my trench coat. Three words were written on it. 'Sheep', 'Skull' and 'Flower'.
C: That's it?
B: Well, at least I made an effort.
My mouth formed an 'O' shape.
B: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Guess I'm just tired.
C: It's ok. They aren't that bad. Well, except for the flower. I was thinking of a black design on a white shirt. The flower won't work in black in white. The skull, I don't know. It's been hashed and rehashed a million times. But the sheep, I don't know, it might work.
