Give her 5 Seconds of Summer. Now.
Or maybe the seriously-hot med student who rescued her on a train-and who could be Douglas Booth's twin! Perfect formal partner, much?
But when Kat comes face to face with Angus Marsden himself, things start to get complicated. Very. Throw in a deranged female popstar, final exams, a part in the musical and a mum who just doesn't get it-and where is her best friend?
When did life get so crazy? Kat's just an ordinary schoolgirl.
Isn't she?
Joel is onto it. He reaches over calmly and places the strap back on her shoulder. She tries to ignore the brush of his fingers on her skin and the confident but gentlemanly way that he did that. And his gorgeous sideways glance …
But she fails. Miserably.
Everything she remembered about him from the other day is eclipsed by the reality of walking beside him to the coffee van like they're any other couple.
'What?'
Gah! 'Ah, nothing. Um. So, where did you meet Sarah?'
As attempts to change the subject go, Kat immediately knows this wasn't the ideal choice. Why on earth is she bringing up that girl? He'll just end up comparing her to Sarah and all her amazingness.
Joel pauses for a second. He's on edge. Clearly, Sarah is a touchy subject. Please don't let her be an ex-girlfriend or something. Or worse! Current girlfriend!
'You're not together are you?' Kat blurts. 'I mean, sorry! Of course if you're together that's not an issue at all! I'm really happy for you, actually! Gosh, I mean we barely know each other.
You'd make a great couple. She's just so, so …'
He frowns. That can't be good.
'She's quite something, I know,' he says. 'What kind of coffee do you like?'
Right, coffee. Here's her moment. She wants a macchiato, pronounced 'mack-ee-ah-toe', right? Yikes! Is it that, or is it 'match-ee-ah-toe'? Panic, panic … She's a deer caught in the headlights of the university coffee van. She's staring at the menu like it's written in another language.
'Um … flat white?' she says after a absurdly long pause. Most. Boring. Coffee. Ever.
He smiles. 'Is that a question?'
'No, I definitely want a flat white. Big flat white lover.'
He smiles. 'A flat white, thanks. An extra large one. And a macchiato.'
Of course!
She stands beside him, apprehensively. Should she pay? At least for hers, particularly as it's so huge? She starts rustling around in her bag and he hands over a twenty-dollar note and says, 'Kat, I've got it,' then pockets the change, takes the coffees and hands her an enormous takeaway cup.
She starts to wonder where the nearest toilet might be. A coffee this large and frayed nerves aren't a good combination.
'Thanks, Mc-Joel.'
'McJoel. That's got a ring to it,' he says, flashing a quiet smile.
She feels ridiculous and he says it's okay, he's just teasing. She tries to compose herself.
Deep breath. Gulp of coffee. Don't stare.
'So, tell me more about this song.'
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