Author's Note- Right, I'm sorry this is really short. But it just sort of came to a natural end and I couldn't come up with any filler bits. And I didn't want to make you wait since I haven't updated in a week :P And I have a really good idea for the next chapter, I promise! So I'm gonna go now and I promise I'll have chapter 4 up in a few days! Enjoy, Hannah x

She Was Irish.

Laura had been watching the date intently like it was a soap opera, she was leant against the counter top, resting her chin on her hand, straining her ears to hear the conversation. Her eyes widened as Richard stood up and walked towards the door. She dropped her jaw and squeaked in shock.

"No, no, no, no, no! Where is he going!" She shouted across the cafe, pointing towards the door where Richard had just left.

"He had to leave." Colleen replied calmly, reading the card with his number on. Just his number. She studied it wondering why he wouldn't have his name on his business card. She was soon snapped out of her trance by Laura, who stormed out from behind the counter.

"And you're just letting him go!"

"I can't stop him!" Colleen laughed defensively.

"You could have tried!"

"I've known the guy 10 minutes! He can do what he wants! I'm not his mother! Besides, it sounded pretty important."

"He's an actor! How important could it be!" Laura half screamed.

"Well I don't know but...Wait!" Colleen paused and smirked at her friend. "How do you know that he's an actor? Were you eavesdropping!".

Laura looked sheepishly at her feet and mumbled a quiet, "Maybe".

"Laura Webster, you nosey cow!" Colleen laughed as she headed back to the serving counter.

"Well I only wanted to know how things were going!" Laura defended herself.

"Well they can't have gone all that badly because I got his number." She mused and waved the card in her friends face before slipping it into her pocket.

Jim took one last look at Colleen, who was being yelled at by her friend, before stepping out the door. He let it close slowly behind him and sighed. What had he done? Just given a girl his real number, after knowing her ten minutes, that's what he'd done. At least she thought he was Richard Brook, the actor, not one of the world's greatest criminal masterminds. He just couldn't help himself sometimes. Pretty girls just got the better of him. He'd done this before. Granted not as quickly. But he'd given plenty-a-girl his number, gotten what he wanted and then disappeared. Lost contact. "We just didn't have that much in common. But we can still be friends!". That was the usual one. But there was something about Colleen. Something different. She was feisty. Cheeky. Irish! That was it. She was Irish, just like him. Used to all the charm he normally turned on for women. She hadn't gone weak at the knees when his hand had brushed hers. She hadn't given him a nervous smile when he winked at her. She wasn't left speechless when he complimented her. She wasn't completely blown over by him. She was a challenge. And Jim had always liked a challenge.