"What team do you support?" Michael asked.
"None, my best friend dragged me along with her." I explained.
He nodded, understandingly, "Do you know my band then?" He said as he pointed to my bag.
"Oh, urm..." I hesitated, "Sorry." I shook my head.
"It's fine." He laughed.
"I know who you are though! You're my friends boyfriend." I laughed.
"What?" Michael asked sounding scared.
"Yeah, she follows you around and watches you sleep, she snuck onto the balcony of your hotel room before." I said, seriously.
"What?!" He squealed.
"I'm joking, she showed me a picture of you on her phone then said that you're her boyfriend." I smiled.
"Oh, good!" He sighed with relief.
"Can I take a photo with you please?" I asked him.
"Of corse." He grinned.
We took a photo then it was our turn to order. He ordered a hot chocolate and a Bulmers but he asked me not to stand with him when he was getting served otherwise he wouldn't get his drink if I didn't have id.
I walked away from him and his band mates came over to me.
"I see Michael likes you." Giggled the one with the curly hair and adorable laugh.
"Urm, I'm not sure, he knocked into me and spilt my drink over me then insisted on buying me a new one." I sighed.
"He gave you his hoodie though." The tallest one pointed out.
"Well, urm, it stained." I told him.
"Or was it just an excuse to give you his number?" He questioned.
"Urm...?" I blushed, looking down.
"Here." Michael said as he handed me my drink.
"Thanks." I smiled.
"Call me later, yeah?" He grinned.
"Yeah." I nodded my head, smiling at him, as I turned and left the four flawless Aussie boys behind.
