Find Me Alastar

The music pumps through the nightclub and I don’t think I have ever laughed so hard in one evening.

Brielle is giving Hank the lowdown on pick up lines. We have been out to dinner and are now drinking

cocktails at our new favorite hangout, Club Alto.

Brielle holds her hands up. “What about this one?” She points to a girl who is walking by on her way

to the bathroom.

Hanks face falls. “What do I say again?” he asks in a panic.

“Hello!” we both yell.

He nods and sinks his cocktail. “Right.” He nods again as he psyches himself up. The girl approaches

us and Hank stands tall, flashing her a lopsided smile with a nod.

She smiles and keeps walking past, and the fool doesn’t say a single word.

I burst out laughing and Brielle slaps him on the arm. “What are you doing?”

He takes her drink from her and downs it. “This is hard. Why don’t they talk to me? Why do I have to

do every fucking thing?” he asks in a fluster.

I look at my watch. It’s 11pm. Should I text him and say goodnight again? No, that makes me seem

desperate.

Trust yourself.

The old lady’s words run through my brain. Yeah, fuck it, she’s right. I’m just going to text him. What’sNôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

the worst that can happen? Before I can think, I hit send:

I’m thinking about you.

Goodnight, Alastar

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I hit send and wait as I stare at the screen. Come on, come on.

Shit.

No reply. My stomach drops. Damn, why did I do that? Ahh, why did I do that?

“Hello,” an Irish voice purrs over my shoulder.

I turn with a start and my face falls. It’s not him.

The man smiles a knowing smile. “Did you think I was someone else?”

Guilt fills me. Not every Irish man is him, you fool. “For a moment.” I smile.

He holds out his hand to shake mine. “My name is Thomas.” I smile. “Hello, Thomas.” We shake and I

introduce him. “Thomas, these are my friends Brielle and Hank.”

“Hello.” He smiles as he shakes their hands.

My phone beeps.

Goodnight, Em.

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I instantly read the message and a broad smile crosses my face.

“Are you having a good night?” Thomas asks.

“I am now.” I smile happily. He replied, he replied.

“I think you may know my brother.”

My eyes shoot up from my phone and I frown in question.

“Star?” he answers my unspoken question.

My face drops. “You’re his brother?”

He nods. “Aye.”

How does Thomas know who I am?

“Is he here?” I ask hopefully.

He shakes his head. “No. I was here with him the other night when you were.”

Thomas smiles broadly at Brielle, and as she does a jig on the spot, his eyes drop to her toes and back

up again.