I looked at Harper in disbelief.
'What?' I managed to say.
'Yeah super rich guy, you look like you need a strong martini.' she said as she rushed to the bar.
'Yes!' I yelled after her. After having three martinis it was fair to say I was drunk. I was never good at holding alcohol.
'So have you got a job near the apartment?' Harper slurred.
'Yeah *hic* a cocktail bartender in a bar called Scales *hic*' I was struggling with speech extremely at this point.
'OhHhhH I love it there! Ooh! Do you do all of the throwing the bottles in the air and like catching them on your elbow.' Harper said attempting to do an example.
'Hahaha yeah!' I laughed.
'There's a really handsome bartender there, he's absolutely gorgeous and I think he's from Espanol.' she giggled. A handsome spanish co-worker. I could live with that. After more drinks and dancing until our feet fell off, we got an uber home. I said my drunken goodbyes to Harper then stumbled to my bed a collapsed on it's lovley sheets and fell asleep.
I was woken up in the morning by a sharp prodding in my side. I struggled to open my eyes, when I did I saw Callum staring down at me. The only thing that wasn't identical between the two of us was the fact that he was a boy and I wasn't. His messy black hair sat on his head, he had blue-grey eyes exactly like me. He had his dangling silver rod earings in. I often made fun of him because he looked like an 'e-boy'. He had a dark blue hoodie on with black ripped jeans and designer trainers.
'You look awful.' His accent was almost full American but you could still tell he was British. I swung my arms around his neck and hugged him tight before falling back on the bed.
'I'm never drinking again.' I said in a groggily voice.
'What did you do last night?!' he said with a laugh as he sat down on the floor next to my bed.
'I went clubbing with my neighbour.' I said, also sitting up.
'You? You went clubbing?' he asked shocked.
'Oh, shut up!' I pushed him slightly.
'Go get a cold shower and clean up. I'll make us breakfast.' he chuckled.
'Thank you.' I said, smiling. 'Also, grab me some aspirin!' I called after him. He put his thumbs up as he walked to the kitchen and I got in the shower.
As the water hit my face, the events if what happened last night played in my head. A billionaire's son asked me for my number. That's not something that happens everyday. I finished washing off and put a sports bra on with some joggers, put my hair in a messy bun and walked bare foot to the kitchen. Callum was placing the plates on the table and then he sat down and tucked into his breakfast. I checked my phone I had three unread messages one from Callum:
'Hey Belle, I'm so sorry about yesterday. I coming over to see you and we'll spend the day together. See you soon!'
One from Harper:
'Hey Ari! Last night was so fun we must do that again. You might catch another billionaire! -insert winky face- Come drop by today!'
And one from a new number:
'Hey, it's Dieter.'