“Yeah, armed with soup and stilettos, you're lethal.”
We share a laugh, and the secret rock star fantasises I've had since the evening we spent together resurface. I shake my head to dislodge them.
“Well, sorry again, I'll delete your number now,” I say.
“Keep the number. Call me again when you're drunk. I like it.”
“No, it's okay. I'll leave you alone”
“Fair enough. Take care,cariad.”
“You too, Bryn.”
I hang up and stare at the screen. That was bloody embarrassing. He’ll never believe the phone call was an accident. I wince at the idea Bryn thinks I'm a sad girl trying to get his attention again.
Taking a deep breath, I head back into my real world.