I dropped him off at the station, and smiled all the way home thinking about our date.
James and I carried on chatting daily, and I couldn’t wait to see him again.
I hurried him out to the car so I could get to work on time, when he suddenly snapped.
"I need the money now," he growled, his soft Chelsea accent disappearing and a gruff Manchester growl coming out.
I was looking forward to seeing his Lamborghini, and felt disappointed when he told me it was in the garage with a flat tyre.
Nevertheless, I drove to the station and felt a flutter in my tummy as I set my eyes on him in person for the first time.
I was surprised when James asked if I could pick him up from the train station in my car.
We chatted for the next seven months, spending hours on the phone, and I was pleased to find James was as funny and charming as he was successful, his soft Chelsea accent making me blush.