I can't sleep. The blonde... Millie... she's asleep. I glance at her. She's pretty cute when she's asleep. I get out of bed, pulling my clothes back on.
This is stupid. There's no point lying in bed, if I can't sleep. I find my phone in my jacket pocket. I smile when I see that Clara has replied. Even though the time stamp says she sent her message hours ago, it makes my heart race.
Clara: You've never been one for giving up. Wouldn't expect you to start now.
I know I should leave it until tomorrow or something but I can't resist. She's probably asleep. She'd sent her message at eleven thirty-four and it is now almost two am.
Andrew: Have you got a boyfriend, Clara?
I don't really know where the question came from. She surprises me by replying almost immediately.
Clara: That's none of your business.
Andrew: I'm surprised you are awake.
Clara: Why?
Andrew: I don't know... just didn't picture you as the awake at 2am sort.