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The timestamps showed a few hours having passed by before the next messages came in.
Cedric
Who’s ready to hop on the next flight to Belfast to see who this girl is?
My treat.
Matthew
I’ll take you up on that offer. The worst part of all this is knowing Finn’s enjoying himself, making us wait.
Graham
No doubt.
A few more messages were sent of even more guesses about what Finn had been speaking of before, and he smiled to himself in amusement before finally typing out his own response.
Finn
Sorry, lads. Got caught up working, unlike the rest of you wee lazy gits.
Obviously, he was just poking fun. Matthew worked harder than anyone as a knight for his medieval festival on his family’s estate. Cedric was a footballer who pushed his body to its physical limits daily. And Graham, well, Graham was a skydiving instructor, white water rafting guide, bagpiper, and highland games forerunner, just to name a few.
Still, Finn couldn’t resist a little jab at them now and then.
Finn
To finally answer your questions, I have found a girl, but Matthew’s right. I can’t have her. I will say, if I ever did choose to settle down, it’d be with someone like this one.
Cedric
Wait, you’re being serious? Why not go for her, mate?
Finn
I can’t.
Cedric
Why not? I thought Finn O’Meara was the hottest commodity in Northern Ireland.
Finn
Oh, I am. Believe me. But she’s on me tour. So hands off, it is.
Matthew
Graham called it.
Graham
I did! I’m usually right about these things, though.
Matthew
So why don’t you go for her?
Cedric
