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Connor proposed.
     
    'Sure, sure, yeah,' I said, trying to sound normal.
     
    ' Could you give me your address again? ' Connor asked, and I hurriedly told it to him. '... Right, ' he said after a short while, 'got it down. So, er...I'll see you this afternoon then? '
     
    'Yes,' I replied, definite and smiling. 'I'm button number five on the intercom thingy outside the door. Bye!'
     
    ' Bye, Lillian .'
     
    I put the phone down calmly like a normal person, then clamped my hands over my mouth to stop the cry from escaping. A long, high-pitched squeal left me instead, and I leapt onto the sofa, unable to stop myself from youthfully bouncing all over the place from sheer excitement. This afternoon! Connor MacGowan himself! It sounded lovely - he wanted to meet me ! He wanted to meet me! I paused in my ecstatic jumping as a sudden thought occurred to me. Was this...a date? No, it couldn't be...he had sounded so casual when he had asked me. There was no need for me to wildly jump to conclusions - it was probably just going to be a meeting between friends.
     
    Friends! I grinned madly to myself, and then, abandoning all thought of further housework, I bounded off to begin to sort out what I would wear. Connor MacGowan...oh, I was so excited!
     
    * * *
    A few hours later, my excitement had turned to outright panic. I was on the phone to Julie again, and she was trying to calm me down.
     
    ' It'll be fine, Lilly, just sort through your clothes calmly and keep a clear head ,' she instructed me as I feverishly rifled through drawers, the phone wedged between my ear and my shoulder.
     
    'Yes, but it's half-past two and I still can't find what to wear !' I said helplessly, at a loss what to do. 'I have no idea how to dress for it...'
     
    ' The trick is to look like you haven't put too much effort into your appearance, but to look pretty all the same ,' advised Julie, who was well-versed in these matters. ' Why don't you wear that dark red jumper you have, with your black skinny jeans? Apparently it's good to wear red on a first date. '
     
    I sighed.
     
    'Julie, I said before, this is not a date - it's just a casual, platonic meeting for a coffee, however much I'd like it to be the opposite,' I told her exasperatedly. 'I don't want to go there looking like a tart, aynway. And those skinny jeans make my legs look too short.'
     
    ' You won't look like a tart, Lilly ,' Julie patiently reassured me. ' Just put on the red jumper and dark jeans, and you will look casual and pretty at the same time. And keep the makeup subtle, like you always do .'
     
    'I wasn't thinking about making it un -subtle at all,' I grumbled, lifting piles of clothes until I found the jumper and jeans. I laid them out on my bed, and found Julie was right - they did look quite nice together. The jumper would keep me warm while at the same time showing off a little curvature, and the neckline wasn't anything too radical. I smiled in relief.
     
    'Julie, you're a lifesaver,' I told her.
     
    ' No problem, Lilly ,' she replied.
     
    'Right, I'd better get dressed, then,' I said. 'I'll call you sometime tonight!'
     
    Once the phone was back where it belonged, I managed to get dressed in record time, and brush my hair without making it float outwards in a static halo. I tackled the makeup quickly but efficiently, and soon I was grinning at myself in the mirror, feeling ready for anything. I looked around the flat for anything I might have forgotten, but to my surprise I found I already had everything I needed. I chose my versatile black handbag for my purse and other necessary items, and was just about to go and anxiously check my appearance in the mirror for the twentieth time when the white intercom phone by the door buzzed.
     
    I ran awkwardly to it, since I knew that even modestly-heeled shoes could clop on the floorboards and summon the wrath of old Mrs Windsor. I picked up the phone.
     
    'Yes?' I said a little breathlessly.
     
    ' Hi, Lillian, are you