1-1 Asking Me Out
Stella
Ah Stella, I. Stella. Stella, would you like to?" Frank began to ask.
Bless him. He was trying to ask me out on a date. He was so nervous, it was comical but I suppose it was me that drove him to that.
"Frank, what sort of flowers are those? Here you are, Miss. Here's to say sorry for going through your bag and that" Rolly interrupted.
These people had impeccable timing. I preferred Frank's flowers but how was he to know? I knew for a fact Frank grew them himself. I enjoyed that personal touch.
"Yes and I really shouldn't have called you a... Well I know you were only trying to help" Mrs King apologised.
I shrugged my shoulders. It didn't really matter to me. A jumped up stirrer was far from the worse I had been called.
"Look what I've got everybody. It's an email saying thanks to a special report, St Hearts is no longer under threat of closure" announced Mr Flatley.
"What! From the minister of education." Mrs King exclaimed.
"Friends in high places" I smirked.
I couldn't have the school where the team are placed close. Relocating the MI High project would be a logistical nightmare.
"Frank, are you wearing aftershave?" Mr Flatley asked.
He thought of everything, didn't he? He knew I was a romantic at heart. Not like I acted that way. I was a professional.
"Aww is my burning my eyes, innit" complained Lady J.
"What did you want to say?" I asked.
It was so funny. I hope I didn't go too far though. He thought he didn't deserve me. I thought I didn't deserve him.
"Er, is that a window that needs cleaning?" Frank said.
He was so embarrassed. I'd never seen him walk into a door before.
"Frank. Frank" I called.
He didn't come back. I'd really overstepped the mark then.
"Frank London, you get back here right now" I shouted.
He wouldn't dare ignore that tone and he didn't.
"I have an announcement. I know you still need an English teacher and if you'll have me; I'll stay and teach for two days a week" I told them.
MI9 could do without me for 48 hours. If Frank could manage it so could I.
"That's brilliant" Mr Flatley agreed.
"Of course" Mrs King replied.
"And Frank. Of course I'll go on a date with you" I said.
"You will?" He asked.
I'd really shattered his hopes then.
"Yes, I'd love to. Oh and I'll have those flowers, thank you" I demanded.
The spies were grinning like cheshire cats.
"So what candle-lit dinner have you got planned for me, Frank?" I asked.
"It's a surprise" he replied.
"Frank" I whined.
The spies laughed. I was so impatient. At least I had a good idea of what he was planning.