Speed Dial; two
It was rather quiet in the coffee shop for a Sunday morning. Aerin would usually be running about serving busy Londoners their morning cuppa as they made their way around, but she found herself helping out in the short-handed kitchen frosting lemon cream cheese onto dark chocolate cupcakes. The place may have been empty, but her thoughts were running wild with the memory of the boy she met at the library the night before.
He listened to her ramble on about her stupid opinion on Virginia Woolf, which was so new to Aerin. Most of her companions would usually tell her that they weren’t interested in her words by the time she got to her second sentence, and the only exception to that was Ella. Even so, Ella had been gone for a while and there’d been nobody to fill that gap in her life quite the same. But Aerin wasn’t silly. She knew the classic University playboy that hadn’t quite moved on from his teenage years, completely unprepared to face the world after his schooling years came to a close, and Harry seemed a little too similar to those she’d met before. They’d pretend like they cared about her thoughts and feelings until they got what they wanted from her before pushing her aside and leaving her in the lurch, and it made her feel so dirty. It made her feel so shallow and incompetent of ever finding someone who cared, because she gave others her trust so easily that she forgot what it was like to be loved, wholly and truly. But, then again, he felt so different. It was something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something she couldn’t find in herself to take the risk for.