Cemtery Weather

Six: Keira

"Where have you been?!" Lucy screeched as I walked through the front door with my arms full of groceries.

I sighed and put the bags down on the kitchen table, "I went to the store, I told you I was going," I replied.

"Yeah, but you left the hospital a good 45 minutes before I did, so you should have been home around the same time as me," she muttered, counting on her fingers.

"Oh really?" I replied, folding my arms, "and who died and made you my mother?"

"No one, I'm just saying that for someone who likes to get things done quickly, you sure took your time," she scoffed, folding her own arms over her chest and glaring at me.

I put my hands up in defense, "what?!"

"He talked to you again, didn't he?" The look Lucy gave me chilled me to the bone.

I shrugged, "why do you care so much?"

"Because," she snapped, "you're twenty-seven years old and you need someone besides me in your life."

"Oh shut up! I'm going to coffee with him after I finish with my paperwork tomorrow morning, now leave me alone!" I quipped.

"Good. Please try to be civil? Or at least human... I think someone with a reputation would be good for you."

"A reputation?" I gulped, "what do you mean, reputation?"

Lucy chuckled and grabbed an apple out of the grocery sack and took a bite, "I just mean someone who's not a doctor or lawyer. You need a little adventure in your dull ass daily life," she shrugged.

"Oh, alright..." I muttered, "well I'm going to go shower and get ready for bed... I have to be in early tomorrow, so goodnight!"

"Night, loser!" Lucy called after me as I made my way upstairs for a quick shower. After showering and washing my hair, I braided it down my back and slipped into my favorite silk night gown and crawled into my nice cozy bed.

I picked up the book I've been obsessing over for the past two weeks, intending to finish it this time. "From Potter's Field" by Patricia Cornwell**. She's my favorite author and I've read all of her books at least once. I was nearly finished with this one, when I fell asleep right on the pages.

"Wake up, asshole!" Lucy's voice broke through my pleasant dreams, making me jump and flail about.

"That was rude," I mumbled when I managed to untangle my limbs from the sheets.

I got up and washed my face and brushed my teeth before running into my closet to pick an outfit. I didn't have to wear my scrubs, because I didn't technically have a shift today, I just wanted to get my paperwork out of the way. I picked a pair of skinny jeans, and a long sleeve floral top. I stepped into my jeans and just as I was about to slip my shirt on, Lucy came barreling in, "you're going on a date after you're done, right?"

"Uhm, yeah, I am," I mumbled, "but what right does that give you to come in here while I'm changing?"

"Oh shut the hell up, and put this on," she handed me one of her push up bras.

"No thanks," I shook my head and readjusted my regular bra.

Lucy undid the clasp of the bra I had on and held out hers, "you want him to notice you, you want him to come back. Put this on, and give him a view he won't forget."

After I'd given in and put on Lucy's bra, I pulled my shirt over my head and frowned at the way the fabric stretched over my newly bigger boobs. "I don't like this..." I said and changed back to my original bra and smiled at my reflection.

"Whatever," Lucy sighed, "if he doesn't come back for a second date, you'll know why."

I shook my head and undid my braid, letting my hair fall in mermaid waves down my back and over my shoulders. I looked good, I thought to myself as I slipped into a pair of black suede ballet flats.

"Bye, Lucy! I'll see you later!" I called, skipping to my car.

After a good four hours of writing, I looked in the mirror and ruffled my hair, and pouted my lips out. God, I feel like such a prep. I laughed at myself and went outside, to find Victor already waiting for me. He was leaning against the hood of his car with a precious smile on his lips. I smiled and waved as I made my way over to him.

"Hello," he smiled, opening the passenger door for me. I blushed and climbed in. "Ok, so I wanted to take you to this little coffee shop near my house, they're fantastic, and it's a super cozy little place." He explained as he started the drive.

"Ok, that sounds fine," I smiled, sitting awkwardly staring out the window.

Once we got to the coffee shop, Victor helped me out of the van, which was very sweet of him, and led me to the back of the shop. We sat down and I got a good look at my date. His thin brown hair fell just to his shoulders, and his bangs swept gently across his high forehead. He had the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever had the privilege to gaze into. His right nostril held a small gold hoop and his lips looked extremely soft.

Get it together, Keira. This is a first date. Nothing is supposed to happen on a first date. Nothing. So stop thinking like that. It's almost inappropriate. Stop. It's bad.

"Are you ok?" Victor laughed, breaking me from my thoughts.

I shook my head and blushed, "yeah I'm fine." More like no I'm not because of your beautiful face.

(((**if you enjoy crime novels, I highly recommend Patricia Cornwell, she's my favorite author of all time. And her books are based off of real crimes, so the details and facts are true (names places are changed, but everything else is true) she's a fantastic writer, and I just love her. So yeah)))