Page 7 of Fever Dream
I instantly stall as I read his message, quite literally the last person I expected to hear from. I push down on my aching appendage, perversely aware it is aching because ofhim,and save his details into my phone. I text back.
Me:
Firstly, that’s Sir Pain and Torture to you. Secondly, how did you get my number?
Casey:
When you’re the team’s number one star player you can pretty much ask for anything ;) Also you didn’t answer my question.
Me:
Number one star player, hey? Never took you for such a diva. Is that all it takes? Batting your pretty eyelashes for you to get someone’s private, personal details?
Me:
Also I have no current thoughts on Sydney’s famous landmarks, but I hope to remedy that soon.
Casey:
Pretty, huh? And yeah, the eyelashes do usually work for me. You should know ;)
Casey:
Also, want to remedy that with me?
Hang on, what? Firstly, is Casey actually aware he is flirting with me? And secondly, did he just ask what I think he asked? Iwait until my heartrate slows to a manageable pace before I send back a response.
Me:
Sorry I don’t speak in insinuations. Spell it out for a guy, Calloway.
Casey:
You’re new to the city. I’m new to the city. Let’s go explore our new city. Together. Without the pain and torture. Is that clear enough for you, soccer boy?
Me:
How is it possible that this country is a British colony? As for your exploring suggestion, why yes that does sound rather nice.
Casey:
Former British colony. Get with the program, sir. I bet a raving imperialist like you has quite the royal souvenir collection, am I right?
Casey:
How does 9 a.m. sound? I’ll pick you up.
Me:
My Coronation mug is not up for discussion, thank you.
Me:
9 a.m. sounds lovely. Do you need my address or did you pull another diva stunt for it already?
Casey:
Never accuse me of not being thorough. I know where you live. I’ll be there tomorrow. Pretty please wear your Union Jack beret for me?
