Page 62 of Falling for You
Maybe he’s just an American with dark hair?
Annie:
Maybe, but I just felt—
‘Do you?’
My eyes snap up from my phone and I realise with a jolt that the guy opposite me has been talking this entire time.
Shit. I barely noticed him sit down.
I could just nod, that’s the safest thing to do.
But what if he asked, ‘Do you want a threesome right now with me and the barman?’
‘I’m so sorry,’ I say, turning my phone over as it vibrates again. ‘Can you repeat that?’
‘No worries,’ he smiles. ‘I asked if you like music.’
Oh, I totally could have just nodded to that.
‘Yeah,’ I say, ‘do you?’
The guy starts talking again, but my eyes wander off. The American guy is sitting opposite the girl next to me, chatting freely. He hasn’t even given me another glance.
Is it him? Or am I just going mad? Am I so desperate to seehim that I’m just pinning my hopes on any random American? What am I going to do next – start fantasising about Donald Trump?
(Spoiler alert: no.)
‘Anyway, my name is Blake.’
I look back at the guy opposite me. Thankfully, I’m pretty sure he hasn’t noticed my glazed expression for our entire date.
‘I’m Annie.’ I smile back as the bell rings and he gets up and moves. The American guy moves another place further away from me just as my phone vibrates again.
Penny: I took this video on the night you guys met. I just remembered. Is this him?
It’s a screenshot of me facing American Boy, trying to break free of the bat wings stuck in his suit. I zoom in with my fingers. The picture is dark and blurry, and his mask is covering half of his face. All I can make out is that he’s dark and has a beard. It could be anyone.
