"Well we have 10 minutes" Matty states sitting up in his chair. "So it would seem.."I echo. "And your sure your not a crazy mega fan girl" he says with a glint of humour. "sorry but no" I say deadpan, "but if you want one my sister's in her banged up ford not far away" I offer sweetly.
"No no I'm fine thanks" he says instantly, "had quite enough of that" he says quietly.
"Oh yeah you lot were on tour for ages weren't you?" I say already regretting my feeble attempt to make conversation. "ages is the correct word for it" he sighs and looks down at his hands. I look at my own and decide to stop being so wrapped up in myself and just talk. Some girls would kill to be in this chair.
"So do you live round here?" I ask in a lighter tone. He looks up, I sense he's relived I seemed vaguely interested in this interaction. "Yeah, yeah I do. Not far really, just round the corner." I nod as he continues to waffle on. "Me and my friend George. It's alright I guess" he smiles at the thought of it, I assume. "what about you? live round here?" He leans back in his chair and runs a hand through his curly hair. Relaxing myself, I tell him how I'm not really from around here and that me and my sister like driving around. I say that I'm "more of an east london girl" soon after mentally slapping myself for how pretentious that sounds. I explained how my sister Flo was going to Uni soon and we liked to spend our afternoons roaming the streets together. He seemed to like that idea. For those few minutes he was very still and listened.
"I'd like to meet this sister of yours" he says curiously. I narrow my eyes at him. "Hm I'm not sure..if I'm honest I think it would be better for all parties involved if she didn't know I'd bumped into you" I say quickly before i felt too guilty to. He faked hurt and put a hand on his heart dramatically. "Wow, I've never been turned down by a girl before" I laugh to myself at how much of a player he sounded. "It's not that!" I giggle at him. "She would just go a bit crazy obsessive and want to take loads of pictures with you. Then later profess her love" I spill out. He looks at me like I'm an idiot "Yeah molly, I seem to have that effect on many people." He smirks "Personally I don't think you'd be fulfilling your duties as a sister if you didn't let her have the pleasure of my company" he jokes putting on a posh voice. I roll my eyes and watch the now sweating barista push the door open, struggling with multiple pints of milk. "And besides" he continues ,scraping his hair out of his face. I can't help but stare. "I know your secretly dying for a pic" he says looking at me closely. "Ha!" I exclaim "not all of us are obsessed with their Instagram account!" I retort knowing he probably has 200+ on his.
He sits back with a guilty grin on his face. I watch the barista pouring my iced coffee into a plastic cup. Then catch my reflection in one of windows, and attempt to make my hair look more human. "Not looking like this anyway.." I mumble to myself. I rise from my seat as my name is called. "You look cool" I hear his say quietly as I brush past him. Or at least I think that's what he said.
