My Favorite Date

I had been staring at the card in my hands for the last ten minutes. I was internally arguing with myself to call the number on the card and book an escort for my sister’s wedding. At twenty-two I was working as a nurse in a hospital in London and I was currently single. Well after my last relationship, I had officially sworn off boys but for this lovely occasion I decided that I needed a little white lie to keep my family off my back from asking about when I was going to get a boyfriend. While I was perfectly okay with living the rest of my life with my pomsky Ace in my small London apartment, my parents thought I needed to have a man in my life and I was supposed to have a boyfriend a long time ago.

“Just call the damn number you chicken,” I mumbled and I dialed the numbers on my cell phone.

It rang and before I could hang up they picked up.

“Hello this is Liam Payne,” the voice said on the other end, “How can I help you?”

I took a deep breath and spoke my piece.

“Hello I had a friend give me your business card and I need you assistance,” I replied trying not to sound too much like an idiot.

“Ah,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice, “Where and when would you like to meet?”

“Well you’re probably very busy and pretty booked so what does your schedule look like?” I asked.

“How does an hour from now at Nana’s Coffeehouse look?” he asked and I sighed.

“I have to be at work in an hour,” I replied, “Later tonight?”

“How about we meet over food?” he asked, “I can pick you up from where you work.”

“Okay,” I replied, “I work at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children.”

“Ah so I take it you’re a medical student,” he said.

“Actually a registered nurse out of school to be exact,” I replied, “I get off at six.”

“Perfect,” he replied, “I’ll be there in a black Range Rover.”

“Alright,” I said, “I look forward to our meeting later tonight.”

“Me too. . .” he started.

“Melanie,” I replied, “Melanie Walters.”

“Well I will see you at six p.m. sharp Miss Walters,” Liam said and we hung up the phone.

I set my cell phone down on my kitchen and took a deep breath. I could not believe that I just called to make an appointment to meet with an escort.

Notes

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