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CHAPTER 3

"Dude, you totally embarrassed yourself today – Danny Jones the smooth-talker making a cock-up out of himself!" laughed Dougie as they settled down for yet another hotel dinner.

"Yeah, well it's still only six o'clock, I've got plenty of time left to woo her."

"Woo her?!" spluttered Harry, choking on his drink, "No way mate, I think you charmed her enough already with your gym acrobatics!"

"Speak of the devil," murmured Tom, his eyes following the very same girl to a table nearby, accompanied by two older women, chattering away.

"Watch the master at work boys," Danny smirked, catching the eye of one of the waiters.

"Could you send a bottle of wine over to that table over there please?"

"Certainly, what wine would you wish to send sir?"

Danny snatched the wine menu from the table, his eyebrows knit in confusion as he struggled to pronounce the names listed.

"Dees-no-ko…two-kah-jee….esen…ezan…that one there," he finished, pointing at a more expensive bottle.

"Disznoko Tokaji Eszencia? Very good choice sir," said the waiter, a smile playing gently about his lips.

"Oh, and, can you give the girl in the pink top…this as well?" Danny asked, holding out the napkin he had been scribbling on.

"As you wish…"

"What was written on that napkin?" Dougie asked as soon as the waiter was out of earshot.

"I wrote 'Hey, you're cute, fancy dinner sometime?' and my phone number," winked Danny, trying to look nonchalant as the wine was delivered to the table, "What's she doing?"

"She's reading your message…she's burning it now," whispered Harry, trying not to laugh.

"Is she really?!" Danny exclaimed, turning round in his seat and toppling over in his hurry to see what she was doing.

"No. No, she's not," sniggered Harry, high-fiving Tom with glee.

"She's getting her phone out dude, you'd better get ready," Dougie gaped, tugging at Danny's sleeve.

Laying his phone in the middle of the table, the four lads stared at it, all of them jumping as it began to vibrate across the table.

"Hello?" Danny choked, grabbing the phone.

"Hello? Were you the one who sent the note and the wine?" came a girl's voice on the other end.

"Yeah it was me."

"Hey, I just wanted to say…you spelt you're wrong. You wrote y-o-u-r, the right spelling is y-o-u-apostrophe-r-e. Just thought you should know," the voice sniggered, two other voices laughing merrily in the background.

"Aah, well, you know, I'm a bit dense, I need someone around to keep me on the right track…was there anything else you wanted to say?"

"Um, yeah. Thanks."

"Anything else?" Danny said, gritting his teeth slightly.

"No, I think that's it, nice speaking to you," the voice said in one breath, as if suppressing a laugh.

The line went dead.

He placed his phone back on the table, a glum look on his face.

"Dude…blown out…" smirked Tom.

"By the same girl…" smiled Harry.

"Twice in the same day." Dougie laughed as Danny went red.

"Yeah, well third time lucky," he retorted, scooping up his knife and fork as the food arrived.

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"Three hours left, is Danny the cheese-meister going to make it?" Harry said in a reporter-style voice, holding out his imaginary microphone to Tom.

"Well, the forecast isn't looking that bright," mused Tom, stroking his chin, "He's already crashed and burned twice today, both times making a complete tit of himself, so it doesn't look good for the Jones' bedpost."

Danny hurried onwards to the lift, leaving the other three boys to joke away behind him. Impatiently pressing the button, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning round, he jumped slightly as he saw her standing only inches away from him, looking vaguely apologetic.

"Hey again." she smiled, clasping her hands in front of her shyly.

"Hey," snapped Danny, turning back round to face the lift.

"I just wanted to say sorry, I feel really bad about before, it wasn't exactly fair to make fun of you like that," she said.

Danny didn't move. She placed a hand on his shoulder, noticing how he shivered slightly as she did so.

"It's just, that was my mum and my agent I had with me…it's a bit embarrassing having something like that happen to you."

"It's a bit embarrassing being blown out in front of your mates as well," Danny replied, a softer tone in his voice this time.

"I know… Let me make it up to you. Dinner, tomorrow night, no mums, no mates, promise?" she wheedled, making a mock pouty face as he looked round at her.

His face broke into a smile, "tomorrow at say, seven?"

She smiled back, stepping past him into the lift, "I'll see you then," she said lightly as the lift doors closed between them.

Danny punched the air as the other lads joined him.

"What're you so happy about?" Dougie asked, pressing the lift button again.

"Conquest number twenty-seven. Tomorrow. Seven pm. Watch and learn lads," smirked Danny, leaning against the lift doors as they opened once again.

"Well if you're as smooth as you are just now, I don't really think we've got anything to worry about," joked Tom as Danny fell backwards into the lift, groaning.

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