Falling For A Murderer

Catching up.

I turned around and gasped, "Charlie?"

He smirked and gently pushed me out of the way to pay, I went and took a seat. A few minutes later he slid into his chair and handed me my coffee. "Hello Allie."

"Hi." I squeaked out.

He still looked the same: dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and he still had that same old smirk. He was older, obviously. His muscles strained against his tight black t-shirt. "How have you been Allie? Did you hear about that murder on second avenue?"

"I have been well, and yes I heard about the murder, I witnessed it." I replied. It had been all over the news this morning, the guy that had been killed was Chad Williams, a firefighter and loving father to three children. His wife had flashed across the screen, holding her crying children. It was a really sad morning for the family. I took a sip of my coffee and held it in between my hands. "How have you been Charlie? I haven't seen you since high school." I didn't add the day that I had broke his heart when I had moved to New York to start fresh.

His smirk faltered for a second before he replied, "Oh, well things have been going good I guess. I just moved here a few weeks ago."

His hand settled in the middle of the table, palm turned up. I still liked him. He had had a huge crush on me for all of high school. I had started to like him my senior year and never stopped, I took his hand.

I saw his eyes brighten up at what I just did and he beamed at me. He interlaced his fingers with mine and we talked, our hands interlaced the whole time.

"Would you like my number?" I asked him as I got up to go to work. I worked at this bookstore in town, I loved seeing the kids smiles when they read a book that took them to an amazing, imaginary place.

"Yes, oh and let me give you mine." He said as we both exchanged numbers.

He walked me to my car and opened the door. Before I got in I decided to do something. I reached up on my tiptoes and laced my arms around his neck, my lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. He kissed back, his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. We finally broke apart and said goodbye. I got in my car and drove to the library.