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“What are you after, Adam?” Mum says sarcastically as I kiss her cheek.

“Mum, how can you say that? That hurts - right here…” I bang my chest with my fist to make her feel bad; it doesn’t work though, she’s a hard woman my Mum.

“So, why are you so happy?” she turns to face me, “and why are you grinning like that, what are you up to now?” Mum asks suspiciously.

“Why do I have to be up to something for me to be smiling?” I shrug my shoulders and grin.

“Because my darling, Adam. Out of all my children, you were always the mischievous one. The one I had to watch to see what you were up to next – and I know you’re up to something.” She taps my cheek lightly and turns back to the cooker.

“Yeah whatever. You know I’m your favourite!” Mum rolls her eyes and turns back to the cooker. Ha she knows it, don’t let her fool ya!

I haven’t stopped smiling since Darcy left the café and I’m still smiling like a nutter now, grabbing a drink from the fridge, I get my laptop from the lounge and head upstairs to my office.

As I’m working, my screen lights up with a text... unknown number. That gets my attention. Opening up the screen, I read the text:

Unknown: Thanks for the coffee

Feeling a smirk pull at my features I pick up my phone,

Me: I’m sorry who is this?

Smiling again I but my phone back down, but as soon as it touches the desk it pings again so I add her name to my contacts,

Hot mechanic: Yeah, very funny... do you have coffee every day with a different girl then?

Me: Now that would be telling…

Darcy: Oh, please…!!!

Me: I know you were checking me out!

Darcy: Yeah, you wish! I have to go now, about to head home. Speak to you later.

Me: Later, hot stuff.

Oh yeah, I’m going to have to watch her. Turning back to my computer with a huge smile on my face I re-open my document and get back to my story.

DARCY

After talking to Adam in the cafe today, I feel a little more at ease. I do feel an attraction to him and he doesn’t seem so bad after all, I was a little harsh on him. With the pressures of the garage though and with my Dad poorly, I just haven’t got time for a proper relationship.

It’s been so long since I’ve had a man try to chat me up, I’m not sure how to take it. If he really meant what he said about being friends though... I could try and manage that… I think.

All the numbers on the screen are all forming into one jumbled mess again, I save my work, stretch my neck and back, they’re aching from being sat at the desk for so long. I look at my phone and a grin works its way onto my face for the first time in a while after seeing what he called me - it’s nice, I suppose if I wanted to be all girly of course.

I drop my phone into my bag and walk around to the guys, I tell them I’m leaving and I’ll see them in the morning. I jump in my car and make a detour on the way.

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Walking into the hairdressers, I sit down in the large black leather chair and take the bobble that’s keeping my messy bun in place… I shake out the knots in my hair and run my fingers through it,

“Hey D, what am I doing?”

“Hey you. I really don’t know - but it’s boring don’t you think?” I look at my very lank hair in the mirror and wish it was better, I hate my red hair, it’s all one length to mid back - ugh! “Leah, please do something!”

“Okay, do I get free reign over it.” nodding at her through the mirror, she gives me a devilish smile.

“Don’t go mad, okay?”

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