Spain

I was very nervous in the pub.
She was very pretty and the way she flicked her hair made me feel all giddy. Her voice was like a beautiful noise.
"I'll be straight with you," she was saying, "I'm only doing this for a bet. It's awful - I know, I know. Believe me I feel really really bad about it. Your such a nice bloke. But my friends bet me fifty pounds that I wouldn't go on a date with you. And I really need that money to cover the air fare to Spain so I can visit my boyfriend. They're over there, actually."
I looked around. Her friends were sat around a table on the other side of the room. They were all very pretty too.
"I'm so so sorry," she continued, "I really feel awful about it. Look, I'll make it worth your while."
"Oh, that's alright," I said, gazing into those lovely, soft eyes.
"I'll give you my TV set," she said, "it's a good one. I bought it off your friend for a fiver."

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