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    “Pleasure to meet you, Lucy Whitten.”
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    We talked for what seemed like hours, but when I glanced down at my phone it had only actually been about forty minutes. He spoke of his home in Southwark and he asked me about my home in New York, and my current vacation. I felt like after the short amount of time that we had spent together I had learned every detail I needed to know to prove he was going to be my summer love, and quite possibly the love of my life. But I just needed to know if he felt the same.
    “Did you need to be somewhere? You’ve looked at your mobile a few times now like you’re running late or something.” I could sense a hint of sadness in his voice and it made me grin wildly as I shook my head no and nervously bit my bottom lip.
    “No, no. I’m just waiting for… or no… actually, to be perfectly honest, I have no idea why I keep checking my phone. Usually I have so much going on that it’s constantly buzzing. I forget I’m on vacation sometimes.” I told him, releasing my lip from its ivory restraint.
    “Well, maybe we should toss that bit in the street then ya? Whadd’ya say?” His smile was so unbelievably spectacular and infectious. I grinned just as wide and stuffed my phone back in my bag choosing to ignore it for the rest of the time he had me under his spell.
    “Sorry, I’m done with it. Promise.”
    His face dropped, looking down at his lap, and I thought to myself ‘this is it, he’s leaving me now, forever’ but he let out a small sigh, and locked eyes with mine once more. He swallowed hard, and I could see his Adams apple bob up to right underneath his chin, and back down again. His gaze made me feel on edge and I couldn’t help but squirm in my chair wondering what could possibly be going through his mind.
    “Listen,” he began. “I am really beginning to like you, and I know you’re here with your mates, but would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner this evening?” His words put me into a shell shock. I couldn’t do much of anything but stare, smile, and bob my head wildly in agreement – much like a broken bobble head. There may have been some drool, but don’t quote me on that.
    “Brilliant” he exclaimed. “Can I pick you up around eight?”
    “Eight sounds lovely” I smiled awkwardly. My face must have looked like one of those terrifying clown sculptures that gray-haired ladies liked to collect, but he didn’t seem to mind as his eyes sparkled while he charmingly smiled back at me.
    “What hotel are you staying in?”
    “The Savoy” I said, but he had a puzzled look as he stroked his beautifully sculpted chin. “The big one over on Strand.”
    “Yea .. yea I know the one you mean. Fancy schmancy hotel you’re in. Are you some yank celebrity that we’ve yet to hear of across the pond?” I could hear the sarcasm dripping in his voice, but part of me wondered if he now thought I was too good for him or something; but it was actually the other way around. He was the perfect balance between jock and nerd. Smart and classy, but a smokin’ hot body, and the cutest face. Me on the other hand, I was nothing special. Just a born-rich girl from the States. What would I have to offer him? I thought. But I wasn’t going to think like that. I had a bad habit of putting myself down and I would always end up screwing things up somehow. He wanted to take me out, he had his own reasons and for the time being, I didn’t need to know them. My plan was to relax and let things happen as they were going to happen and not be a typical insecure girl.
    “No celebrity here. Just a normal boring person.”
    “I doubt that very much.” He smiled once more, forcing my cheeks to turn pink.
    “Well, Lucy Whitten, I will pick you up from The Savoy at eight o’clock sharp and I’ll show you London’s true beauty.”
    “Sounds lovely, I can’t wait” … is what I wanted to say, but instead I replied with a quiet “Okay” and I watched him