Fireworks?

This morning was relatively quiet. I went over some case details with Gay Boss . Apparently Old Prick doesn't have any case against us. He has a serious lack of hard evidence. Gay Boss has decided to ask him to clear out his desk on Thursday and tell him to leave the premises. I can't wait for it.

I got a call from the Solicitors Firm around mid-day. I answered the phone as I put a red grape into my mouth, expecting it to be Bimbo with plans for lunch. I almost chocked when I heard his deep husky voice. I swallowed my grape whole and acted as natural as possible. He called to congratulate me on the fact that the case didn't go to court. I felt a slight pang as I realised that I probably wouldn't see him again. I know he's the bastard that broke my heart years ago but the thought of never seeing him or kissing him again... well it sort of made me feel like crying.

An hour later he called back and asked me what I was doing tonight. (Damn! there goes the wave of heat and that ridiculous heartbeat of mine again. I really should get an appointment with a doctor or something) He asked me to go to a firework's display with him.

I can't actually remember agreeing to this. He pretty much told me he'd pick me up at 6pm. I feel so nervous! I wonder if we're going with a group of his friends. Maybe he just wants me to be his friend. The type that you only see with a group of people.

What if we're alone?

I better go down to Admin later and ask Bimbo to make-me-up. Wish me luck...