October 27th, 1990

October 27th, 1990

At home, England

I was so hoping I’d hear from David today but it’s almost midnight so I guess it’s not to be. The entire day, I was tempted to ring him but I want him to make the first move so I can gauge his reaction to the messages I left, which hopefully he’s already forgotten about!

Mega chat to Millie first thing this morning and only because there was no way David would ring that early (eight-hour time change and all that!)

“Did you have a good crew?”  she asked.

“Yeah, they were a great bunch, my friend Carl’s brother, Andy was one of them.”

“I heard he’s a bit of a player.”

“I think he can be but he was actually really good company.”

“Please don’t tell me you snogged him. Or worse!”

“Honestly Millie, you’re a nightmare when it comes to that. There is such a thing you know as being mates with a guy and not, well, not doing anything else.”

“You’re so naïve,” she groaned. “Who else was on your crew?”
“Remember Richard we met on the Newark trip?”

“The First Officer who fancied you?”

“The First Officer we went out with.”

“Yeah, what about him?” she asked.

“He ended up operating our flight home.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“Actually, I met him in Singapore at The Compass Rose…”

“Oh, I love that place,” she chirped. “Such gorgeous views.”

“Yeah, it’s amazing.”

“And?”

“We went to the Top Ten with a bunch of crew.”

“And?”

“We danced and drank too much but generally had a fun night.”

“No snogging?”

“Nope!”

“You hesitated there.”

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did. Did something happen?”

I told her about Richard’s visit to the galley.

“See? He does fancy you. I knew it! I just knew it!”

I didn’t like her tone of voice so if only for the purpose of annoying her, I said, “You’re right, he does.”

“Did you talk to him after landing?”

“Uh-huh, in fact we went to the cafeteria in TriStar House.”

“You knew I liked him on that trip,” she hissed, sounding like my least favourite version of her. And no, I wanted to say, I didn’t know you liked him. “What did you talk about?” she asked, still in that horrible tone.

“He made me promise that if anything changes with David, I’ll get in touch with him.”

“And will you?” she demanded.

“Nothing is going to change with David!”

“Yeah, ok, dream on! I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!”

“What? You can’t believe I’m doing what to you?”

“You, you know,” she stuttered.

“No,” I shouted. “I do not know but what I do know is that I’m done with this conversation so I’m hanging up.”

And I did, but I have to admit, it’s been bugging me all day.

 

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