bedroom and the staff wouldn't do anything about it.” I laughed at that.
“You poor thing,” I replied.
He looked straight at me with a grin and said: “You have a great smile.”
Cheesy, I thought, but at the same time it made me blush a little.
“Thanks,” I said and looked away for a couple of seconds while smiling at the floor, I always found it hard to take a compliment. I looked up at him, he had blue grey eyes and a chiseled face, his skin had a paleness like mine. He looked tanned and healthy, like he worked out regularly.
“So when's the band playing again?” Dave took a sip of his coffee as I started nibbling at my muffin.
“Next Friday actually. It's at Bannerman's, you should come along.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I replied, taking a sip of my latte. “They were great, my flat mate would like them, I'll see
if she wants to come.”
“Sure, bring all the friends you'd like. We'll be selling their album as well if anybody's interested.”
I looked around and couldn't help but notice the attention Dave was getting from a few women in the coffee shop. The waitress had been a little too eager to serve him earlier and giggling like a little schoolgirl, and there was a pretty, blonde, slightly older woman constantly looking his way seductively as if she was going to pounce on him the second she got the chance.
I looked back at Dave who didn't seem to notice the women admiring him. Or if he had, he wasn't paying attention to them, which I found odd, since he was sitting with me, and I didn't exactly regard myself as something