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Connor MacGowan...the guy who plays Mr Murdock in that romancey movie... '
     
    'I can't believe it either,' I said, smiling.
     
    ' Well, now you see that something good has finally happened to you ,' Julie told me wisely. ' You were so miserable because you didn't have a boyfriend or a job you liked...but now you're making friends with an actual movie star! God, it's just like a dream come true, I bet! '
     
    'You don't know the half of it...'
     
    ' Well, love, I've got to be off now - I'm having a meeting soon ,' said Julie. ' I'll call you again when it's over, shall I? '
     
    'Sure,' I replied. 'Bye then, Julie.'
     
    ' Bye! '
     
    I hung up and grinned happily, then walked off to the table, where my bag was. After a few seconds of rummaging, I extracted my trusty old iPod, which had survived countless falls and one unfortunate occasion in which it had been sat on. I put in the earbuds and flicked through my music, finally choosing the most light-hearted song from my current favourites. I turned the volume up, nodding my head to the beat. Feeling in high spirits, I felt like I could do anything - even tackle the dusting for a while. I skipped off to the storage cabinet in the kitchen and extracted the cloth and cleaning spray. Slipping my iPod into my pocket, I went back into the main room and began to attack the flat surfaces to the tune of Electric Six's "Danger! High Voltage". I cleaned to the beat energetically, starting to have fun.
     
    ' Don'tcha wanna know how we keep startin' fi-yaaahz !' I mouthed animatedly, dancing my way around the dining table while I buffed it up. My cloth left the wooden tabletop gleaming as I polished it with great enthusiasm.
     
    ' Fire in the discooo !' I yelled silently but dynamically as the song reached its climax. ' Fi-re in the - gates of hell !'
     
    I was just beginning to really get into the work and the crazy saxophone solo in the middle, when I was distracted by a persistent sound underneath the music. Pausing the song, I listened and realised it was the phone ringing. I sighed and put the dusting cloth down, along with the spray, and walked over to pick it up. That was a very quick meeting Julie just had...
     
    'Grumpy Bachelorette Residence, Lillian Harwick speaking,' I answered in a receptionist's monotone. 'How can I help you?'
     
    From the other end of the line there came an unexpectedly masculine chuckle that caught me completely off guard. ' Hello there, Lillian ,' a heart-stoppingly familiar, heavily accented voice laughed.
     
    I froze, eyes wide and pulse suddenly racing. 'C-Connor?'
     
    ' Aye! 'replied Connor, sounding deeply amused.
     
    'Oh - sorry about that, I thought it was going to be my friend Julie...' I told him breathlessly, burning with embarrassment.
     
    ' Don't worry about it ,' Connor chuckled.
     
    I laughed too, then told him: 'I never expected you to call...I mean, this is such a surprise!'
     
    ' A nice one, I hope? I'm not interrupting anything, am I? '
     
    'No, no, you're not,' I assured him candidly.
     
    ' That's good... ' said Connor. I put a hand to my mouth in glee, bouncing up and down silently on the spot. His voice was unimagineably lovely even on the phone... ' So...I just thought I'd drop a line to see how you're doing. Did your neighbour hear you jangling keys, then? '
     
    I smiled. 'No, she didn't, luckily,' I replied. 'I'm still alive.'
     
    ' Great ,' said Connor. I could hear his smile. ' Listen, er...are you doing anything this afternoon? '
     
    My eyes widened attentively. 'No, why?'
     
    ' Well, there's that new café that's opened downtown ,' he answered. ' The "Red Terrace", I think it's called. Fancy going down there for a coffee or something later? '
     
    I could hardly believe it.
     
    'Oh - oh, yes, of course!' I replied after a brief, shocked pause, sounding very interested indeed. 'That would be great.' I was ready to burst with excitement.
     
    ' OK, then - I'll come by and pick you up at about three, shall I? '