Oh look, deadlines are looming and I've come back to this. I need something to distract me from thinking about Game of Thrones while my models take a million years run. Am I writing this just to subject Rose to the same torture I'm going through? You bet.

A week passed and I heard nothing from Library Bae.

Maybe he was already dating someone. Maybe he didn't have time to waste talking to people he'd never met. Maybe he'd thought my gesture was just a little bit weird.

Anyway, I didn't have time to dwell on it.

Much.

Finally, the work was done and I'd finished my last exam. I'd slept for pretty much two days straight, partied hard Friday and Saturday nights, and was now bedridden with a world-class hangover. My standard Sunday afternoon, really.

When I could stand to focus my eyes on the dimmed screen, I scrolled through the evidence of last night to assess the damage.

Seven drunk snaps on my story, about a million missed calls from Lissa, texts from Eddie asking if I was going to the gym today, messages from boys I'd met at the party asking where the hell I'd gone…

"Dammit drunk Rose," I scolded myself as I started blocking those last numbers. It seemed I'd broken a few hearts last night, and some weren't too happy about it. One had even texted again this morning, angry that I hadn't followed him into the bedroom as I'd led him to believe I would. Oops.

"Sorry Wade," I muttered half-heartedly as I blocked his number. I couldn't remember him, but I must have had a good reason for ditching him last night. From what little I could recall, most of the guys at that frat party had been creepy as hell.

Another message from an unsaved number came through, and I groaned. I didn't want to read more evidence of last night's mistakes. My thumb hovered over the button to delete the chat when I noticed the photo beside it.

Oh. My. God.

The phone slipped from my hand and bounced onto the floor. I scrambled after it, moving too fast for my poor, hungover body. My head pounded and my stomach lurched but I didn't care.

Library Bae had messaged me.

Phone safely retrieved, I clicked on the message tab. Beside his super-professional ID-looking photo the name read Dimitri Belikov.

Christ, even his name was sexy.

Sorry I never got around to thanking you for the coffee last week. Can I buy you one to make it up to you?

I immediately took a screenshot and sent it to Lissa. She replied immediately, telling me to 'Get in there ;D ;D ;D'. I made myself wait five excruciating minutes before replying. I couldn't even distract myself by stalking his Facebook- I quickly realised he didn't have one.

Five minutes had passed. I clicked send.

Make it a hot chocolate and I'll probably let you off the hook.

His response was almost instantaneous, and my heart did somersaults.

I know a great place in town where they always double the chocolate?

Everything about this man was perfect. I hadn't thought I believed in soulmates, but suddenly, I wasn't so sure.

Just name the time and the place, Comrade.

A minute later, I received a google calendar notification.

Tuesday, 2:00 pm, Glass House Lounge.

It was the dorkiest thing ever, and yet somehow, I was already smitten enough to find it charming.

I tapped 'accept'. I'd heard of the Glass House; it wasn't a typical student hangout. Christian's aunt, a postgrad, had worked there for a brief stint and been impressed by the tips she'd made. Dimitri wasn't doing this by halves.

Very efficient, I texted. But fair warning, I'll probably be late. I'm not known for being punctual.

I usually get to places early, so it'll cancel out.

Oh yeah. Soulmates.

Ok whatever it's really short but my model's run and I've gotta get back to it. This story is pure trash and I wasn't really sure about continuing at all but it's what I need right now. I do have a plot outline, so we'll see if I ever start taking it seriously.

If you read my ALS series, there will probably be an update for that in June.

Thanks for your patience with me. I know I'm crap at updating, but I stand by my promise that I'll never actually abandon these stories. VA love xx