AN: Thank you so much to everyone who has read this and left a review. What's even more exciting is that two reviews came from FF writers that I follow and love! Thank you all. This is another wee short chapter to get us further into the story. Lots planned, but RL goes on.

For those who have asked, Molly is Scottish. I tend to set my writing here because it's where I know best. :)

Molly pottered about for the rest of the day, spending some time in the back garden, enjoying the sunshine.

When it got to teatime she started getting ready. It was a big night out tonight and she was excited. As a teacher, the first Saturday of the summer holidays was to be savoured, followed by an almighty piss up at night in town. Her best friends at work, Kate and Ella had already been texting back and forth with her about outfits, travel arrangements etc.

As she got ready, her mind kept wandering to Charles. He really was gorgeous and he'd been so polite despite having a twat of a friend. When she realised she'd been staring in the mirror with her mascara wand in mid air, she gave herself a shake,

For Gods sake Molly, get a grip!

She slipped her dress on, delighted at how it fitted. The extra running had really helped to hone her already enviable figure. She was tall, with long legs and the purple dress clung to her curves. It had a plunging low V at the front and from a clip at the neck dropped to an open square at the back. Lily had called it "a pulling dress"! She slipped her purple ankle boots on, revelling in the high heels. One positive thing about not being with Daniel anymore, she could now wear heels comfortably without anyone moaning at her that she was too tall.

She'd phoned to book a taxi for 8pm and been told by a grumbling operator that they were very busy so it would be with her when they could. She was surprised therefore, when her phone rang announcing the taxi's arrival at 7.59pm.

She grabbed her bag and leather jacket, locked the front door and turned round to find two people trying to nab her taxi. Or rather Elvis trying to nab her taxi. Her heart soared at the sight of Charles considering how much of the afternoon she'd spent thinking about him despite having only spent about 5 minutes in his company.

Her attention came back to Elvis though,

"Come on mate, we booked one too, how do you know there's not been a mix up?" Elvis leaned into the passenger window of the taxi which was parked on the opposite side of the road to Molly's house.

"Is your name Molly pal? If it's not then this is not your taxi!" The driver seemed irritated now.

Molly walked confidently across the road, internally praying that she didn't stumble on her high heels and end up on the ground in front of these guys for the second time today.

Charles stood, hands in pockets looking equal parts mortified by his friend and intrigued by Molly's appearance.

"Hi," he said shyly to her.

She smiled back, "Hi."

"Elvis", she said pointedly opening the back door of the taxi.

"Molly! Mate!" Elvis greeted her enthusiastically. "You going into town?"

She nodded.

"Great so are we, we'll just share your taxi."

"Um," she was strangely lost for words. She didn't know these guys, one of them she couldn't engage her brain anywhere near him and now they were going to sit beside her for a 25 minute taxi ride?

The driver rescued her then, "No chance, you cheeky bugger. You've got one booked, just wait on it and stop going on!"

Molly shrugged apologetically, "Have a good night."

"Bloody charming!" Elvis remarked.

Molly grinned, "Just think of it as penance for this," she pointed to her right knee where an angry scrape sat, "and this-" she lifted the back of her dress to just above mid thigh and pointed to a nicely forming purple bruise, "I believe that's the shape of your elbow from where you landed on me." She dropped her dress back with a satisfied grin.

"Talk about holding a grudge." Elvis grumbled.

"She's got a point though." Charles said coming towards Molly. He pulled the taxi door open more and guided her inside. She took his hand gratefully.

As she sat down, their eyes met.

"Thanks." she said awkwardly.

"No problem, enjoy your night."

"You too." she smiled knowingly, wondering again how these two men were friends.

Charles slammed the door and Molly waved. As the taxi drove away she looked at her hand, remembering his touch. Maybe she'd see him in town, she should have asked where they were going.

Stop! she thought. Jumping in as usual. She was distracted then by the driver chatting and thankfully he was a good conversationalist. She wanted to enjoy her night out, forget about Daniel and not get hung up on some guy who lived across the road!