Unexpected

4. Old Fashioned

**Henry's P.O.V.**

I'm sitting at the edge of my bed staring blankly at my phone. I can't beleive I did that, I just sent a text to a girl that I just met. The world is not going to end, but still. I can't take this risk, I can't go around bumping into people and buying them lunch, much less putting my phone number out there like that. It's not safe to be seen with an unknown face and worst of all, developing whatever this is towards a girl that I don't even know.

God, my head's starting to ache. This has to be some kind of cliché, this stuff only happens in movies and in books. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not in love with the girl or anything like that. It's just that the first time I layed my eyes on her, I was intrigued to know her, discover more about her. I'm dead old fashioned, I know.

I'm deep in my thoughts when I feel my hands shake. Seriously? Am I really shaking already for this girl? Oh please, buy me the first plane ticket to the opposite side of the world.

I look down where my hands are and instantly feel extremely stupid. My phone is in my hands, dumbass.

I just got a text. From whom?
A smile creeps into my face when I unlock the screen and read the message:

Astrid: Thank you, I will. Have a good night sleep also.

She answered my text. I can't get through the idea that I might of creeped her out by texting her out of the blue. Oh well, I didn't die, did I?

I replied to her text with a 'Thank you'.

I feel the urge to keep on typing and develop a conversation with her. But I understand that is a bit late and the girl, I mean Astrid, just got here and she might be tired.

Screw me, I'm already thinking of lame excuses to keep on talking to her.

I don't know if it's safe to say that today was one of the most relaxed days that I've had in the span of six months. My life is not the lightest and lay back that there is and today I got to be myself and enjoy some good company. She's funny, talkative, interesting, smart, mysterious and it doesn't hurt that she's pretty too. Why is she single? Maybe there is a guy that I don't know about, maybe she forgot to tell me that she's married or something. Oh God, now I'm just being paranoid.

I can't help to think about her more, her smile is encrusted in my mind. She just moved here, she's young and alone, well at least I'm hoping. England is pretty big, I'm betting that she doesn't know anything about it, meaning that of places to eat, to have fun and to kill time. When I think of her wandering alone through the streets, I can't help but feel protective, not in the wrong way, I mean any guy would understand, it's in our nature to protect women.

That's when the brilliant idea comes to my mind: I'll be the perfect guide for her. That's perfect, spend a little time with her, get to know her and hope that when I do, I'll realize that she's just an ordinary girl and kill whatever it is that I'm feeling. Yeah, that sounds good.

***

It's pouring outside, and to think that the day began as beautiful as always.
There's not much to do on a rainy day, just mope around until it stops. I'm hoping to just lay down, watch some movies and do nothing.

As hours pass by, the rain hasn't stop. I'm not complaining, but still, I don't mind being alone and doing nothing, but some people do. Then she flashes in my mind. Astrid. Poor thing, she's alone in London and is pouring outside. She probably has nothing to do, and maybe she doesn't like the rain and being stuck inside. I feel sorry for her, I just want to go to her and make her company so we can both kill time together.