It had only been a few days but Paul figured he wouldn’t hear from Daryl. Maybe he’d turn up at their next show in Atlanta. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t stop thinking about the man. They’d only talked for ten or fifteen minutes tops and already he found himself wondering what Daryl was up to as he tried to nap in their tour van.
Maybe he was just a sucker for mysterious broody types. Maybe he just wanted what he couldn’t have. Either way Paul really didn’t want to set himself up for more heartache but he feared it might be too late. There was just something about the guy that said ‘trouble’ and sadly Paul found that hard to resist.
He sighed heavily and shifted to get more comfortable. Then, his phone buzzed in the pocket of his hoodie.
This is Daryl.
From the concert.
Paul grinned and added the number to his phone’s contact list.
Hi Daryl, good to hear from you
You said to text.
Haha, I did.
I was starting to think you’d forgotten all about me.
Glad to hear
How are you?
Fine, I guess
Paul smiled even more. It was clear that Daryl wasn’t used to small talk and he imagined texting was particularly in his wheel house so he decided to let him off the hook.
We’ve got a show tonight so I have to get some sleep, but it was really nice to hear from you. Talk soon?
Sure... talk soon.
Paul tucked the phone back into his pocket and readjusted the pillow between his head and the window. Just as he got comfortable his phone buzzed and pulled it back out.
Have a good show tonight.
His heart fluttered a little. He really was in trouble.
Paul stuffed the phone back in his pocket and drifted off to sleep thinking about clear blue eyes behind messy brown hair.