Hello again.

“Oh my god was he really that cute or are you exaggerating?” Billie smiled as she bit into her pizza. We often had very different tastes in men. She preferred the tall, strong blonde guys where as I preferred dark haired guys who were different.

“No!” I exclaimed, “He was perfect I mean, his face was at least...”

“What about his personality, you didn't just stare at him did you?” she laughed.

“No, no, I talked to him, he offered to take me to the cafe over the road-“

“Cafe?!” she laughed. I looked puzzled. “Well it’s hardly the classiest of places is it?”

“I don’t think it was about class, I think it was just convenient.” I shrugged.

“Well, I guess it could have been worse, are you gonna call him?”

“Do you think I should?” I asked, nibbling on my pizza.

“Well, you should give it a chance, even if it is just for the sex,” we both laughed.

“I just don’t know if he would be interested in me still… I mean what if he’s forgotten who I was, that would be awkward,” I smiled.

“He wouldn't have, he must have liked you, and you said you were drenched when he approached you, next time you meet him you’ll look great and he will be shocked… the good type of shocked!” we both laughed. I grabbed another slice of pizza. “I’d leave it a few days though, you don’t wanna seem desperate.” I nodded, she did have a point but then Billie always did. The thing with Billie was she cared too much about what other people thought of her, she followed all these dating rules which apparently would guide you to your prince charming but then she was single so she had no proof it really worked. The main rule was the keeping busy rule. According to her you should never accept a guy’s first offer, if he says Wednesday night, you’re busy. Even if your plans consist of nothing but stuffing pizza in your mouth and watching endless trashy reality TV, you’re still busy. It had always sounded silly to me but I never bothered arguing my point, she was the queen of arguing back.

After Billie left I realised I was lacking in essentials for my fridge so I threw on my coat and drove to the nearest convenient store. It was Christmas Eve tomorrow and I was visiting my parents but I still needed food for tonight and the morning. I was whizzing around the store when I turned around and knocked into someone’s basket.
“Whoa, I’m sorry!”

“It’s fi-“our eyes met and I realised who it was and suddenly I felt my cheeks begin to burn up.

“Hey again!” he smiled. It was the guy from the surgery.

“Hey,” I smiled back, turning to my ugly self away from him. I was wearing my pajama bottoms and my hair was thrown up in a messy bun, also to top it all of I was make-up less.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he reached down and held up a pint of milk, “emergency,” he laughed. I nodded relating to him. “Any way I was thinking I never did catch your name…”

“Scarlett, and I’m sorry I haven’t called I was meaning I-“

“Shh its fine, anyway its Christmas I'd expect you to be busy” he laughed. I blushed.

“I just wanted to take you out to dinner some time, maybe after Christmas if you’re up for it, don’t feel pressured now you've bumped into me again.” He was so damn handsome.

“No, I want to,” I smiled.

“Sure, sounds good, you decided when and where and text me okay? I'm Ace by the way” I smiled and nodded. Ace was a hot name...

“I defiantly will this time,” I added as he walked away.

As soon as I got home I was on the phone going over the whole situation with Bille.

“I sounded waay to desperate didn't I,” I gushed, “It’s only been one day!”

“Yeah, you’re lucky if he even remembers you after Christmas…”

“What?! Oh my god I blew it didn't i?” I threated.

“I’m joking,” she laughed.

“It’s not funny, I really like him.”

“Listen, it’s okay, chill, if he likes you after seeing you soaking wet with frizzy hair and in your pajamas with no make-up on then you can safely say he’s the one,” she laughed.

“I guess he doesn't like me for my looks…” I smiled.

“You still going to your parents from Christmas?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m soo glad today was the last day at work, I still haven't gotten round to talking with Michael, I guess it will have to wait till after Christmas, I’m just relieved to get of work for a few days.”

“Me too, James and I are meeting up, we were gonna invite you but your away…”

“Hey, why don’t you guys come to my parents on boxing day? There always saying I should bring friends over.”

“In Hampshire? Jeez I haven’t been out of the city in ages, yeah sure, I’ll talk with James.”

“Great!” I smiled.

I was pleased my friends were coming over for Christmas, I loved my parents to death but sometimes they got a little too much.