Post by felipe on Jun 30, 2010 0:43:03 GMT -5
Felipe rummaged for his phone as he headed towards the bicycle rack. The rain was teeming down and he'd already resigned himself to a further drenching. Still, a shower and change of clothes once he reached home would cure that problem.
Today had been... well... unusual came to mind. First his encounter with the beautiful English girl and then their lunch together - with Kian.
Unsusual and very unexpected.
Tonight he had a whole host of homework assignments to wade through but tomorrow was another matter.
He stepped under the bike shelter as he quickly typed in a message.
'Princesa pequena. Will you meet with me tomorrow evening? I would like to take you to dinner. Fefe'
Fefe? What was he thinking? Was he even thing at all? He smiled as he hit 'send'. More than likely LizBeth would delete his message with scornful disdain but a weak heart never won a battle.
He pocketed the phone, reached for his bike and headed for home. Hopefully her reply would be what he wanted it to be! If not... well then he already had a back-up plan in that he'd uncovered her address from the student files. That had taken no small amount of flattery and such like as he'd flirted (shamelessly, it needed saying) with the young temp in the office. Still, the distraction had worked and he knew where LizBeth lived. He would turn up regardless of her response to his invitation.
Today had been... well... unusual came to mind. First his encounter with the beautiful English girl and then their lunch together - with Kian.
Unsusual and very unexpected.
Tonight he had a whole host of homework assignments to wade through but tomorrow was another matter.
He stepped under the bike shelter as he quickly typed in a message.
'Princesa pequena. Will you meet with me tomorrow evening? I would like to take you to dinner. Fefe'
Fefe? What was he thinking? Was he even thing at all? He smiled as he hit 'send'. More than likely LizBeth would delete his message with scornful disdain but a weak heart never won a battle.
He pocketed the phone, reached for his bike and headed for home. Hopefully her reply would be what he wanted it to be! If not... well then he already had a back-up plan in that he'd uncovered her address from the student files. That had taken no small amount of flattery and such like as he'd flirted (shamelessly, it needed saying) with the young temp in the office. Still, the distraction had worked and he knew where LizBeth lived. He would turn up regardless of her response to his invitation.