Received at 01.12 a.m. from Alex Turner:
You get home alright?
He texted me later that night
Sent at 01.13 a.m. to Alex Turner:
Yes - lying sleepless in my bed rn
Received at 01.14 a.m. from Alex Turner:
Sleepless huh?
You need company?
Sent at 01.15 a.m. to Alex Turner:
You want to come here? Now?
Received at 01.15 a.m. from Alex Turner:
Only if you want me to.
I could already feel the upcoming heartbreak just waiting around the corner.
Sent at 01.16 a.m. to Alex Turner:
I'm not sure it's a good idea...
Received at 01.17 a.m. from Alex Turner:
Fuck good ideas. I want to see you.
I think we have to talk.
Sent at 01.19 a.m. to Alex Turner:
Maybe texting is better.
Received at 01.19 a.m. from Alex Turner:
Come on.. You and I both know that this conversation can't be handled in a few texts.
Sent at 01.23 a.m. to Alex Turner:
My place is a mess
Received at 01.23 a.m. from Alex Turner:
You really think I care?
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20 minutes later, there was a knock on my door and I let Alex in.
He took in my small flat, looking around the livingroom without saying a word. I was a bit embarrassed by the size of it. Alex was probably used to bathrooms bigger than this dump.
"You want something to drink?" I asked him to take away his attention from the small, messy living room.
"Naah, I'm good, thanks," he shook his head.
"Suit yourself, but I'm making myself a cup of tea."
"Oi - you have lemon and sugar?"
"Duh - we're in England, remember?"
"Oh my. I can't remember the last time I had a proper cup of tea."
"Wha- how?" I asked him perplexed, "do you ever drink anything apart from alcoholic beverages?"
He laughed, "I've been drunk since I was 22, darlin'," he winked at me.
"I'm making you a cup of tea then."
"With whiskey?" he winked at me once more.
I rolled my eyes at him, "you're insufferable!"
He took off his leather jacket and folded it neatly before putting it on my armchair. The jacket probably cost more than the chair.
"I've noticed that you've stopped carrying your sunglasses around everywhere."
"It's England. The sun is never out."
"I don't believe you," I squinted my eyes at him.
"You don't believe me?" he laughed.
"I've seen your wear them in bars, in hotel rooms and at night," I said lifting an eyebrow, "no, I don't believe you."
"Yeah well, you said you didn't like them so I stopped wearing them as much."
"You stopped wearing them because I didn't like them?"
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