The next morning, Rachel had already left for work when Shane woke up. He left a note for her on the table with his mobile phone number. He knew it was impersonal but he had to catch a plane to England where he'd be working for the next two months.

Rachel arrived home at 7:00. She had to work late at the newspaper and was exhausted from practically no sleep the night before. All the same, she was very happy. That is until she found the note, when her happiness changed to disappointment. 'For at least two months,' it said. 'Two months without him...' When she realised what she had thought, Rachel laughed out loud. "I don't even know this guy. I can't believe I slept with him either!" Rachel thought about it briefly and then decided to ring the number anyway, but the phone was turned off and she didn't feel like leaving a message. "I'll try again in the morning," and she started to make something to eat. Halfway through, she remembered the CD's she'd bought the day before. She went and picked them up. Deciding against the Spice Girls who had been playing all day on the office stereo and were beginning to do her head in, she saw the Westlife one. It had a picture of Shane on. 'Hang on,' Rachel thought. 'It can't be... No.' It was though, it even had his name on: Shane Filan. "Great. How can I call him now? These guys were on tour with Boyzone. I'm just another stupid girl who slept with a member of a boyband, he probably doesn't want to hear from me, that's why his phone's switched off. God, I feel so stupid, he probably has a poor girlfriend somewhere as well."