Oh, my God Freya, for Christ's sake, stop it! I shouted at myself.

“Are you ok?” The hot guy asked me with a chuckle.

I looked at him again, and now he was running his hand through his oh so perfect hair.

What the hell Freya! What is wrong with me? Why can't I stop ogling this poor guy?

I blushed and just nodded in response. I then went to stand up but fell straight back into my seat with a bang.

“Oh my God! Are you alright?” The hot guy asked in a very sexy voice. Oh, that voice could whisper sweet nothings into my ear all night... Stop...