Can't Smile Without You...

Chapter Two: Coffee?

***3rd POV***

Myers was gone, that only crushed Christine more. She went back to her room after getting the news. She changed in her copper uniform jumpsuit, a cream-yellow cami underneath, matching fingerless gloves and boots with a four inch wedge. With that, she wore Father's gold dogtags from when he was in the army. On her head, she wore giggled, just to top off the outfit for public wear in be "steampunk" so to speak.

She has zipper compartments on her pant legs as well as pockets in the front and back.

Christine left the Bureau to get some air on a much needed walk on the streets...

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She was passing an auction house when she decided to just try calling Myers. Christine took out her phone and prayed that he still had the same number even though he was in Antarctica...thanks, Red...

It rang, she almost lost the call.

"Hello?" Myers' voice lifted her aching heart a bit.

"Hey...I'm glad you still have your old number." She chuckled wryly.

"Chris!? Is that you?!" He sounded so happy. She smiled.

"Yeah...Yeah, it's me. I'm back at the Bureau as of a couple of hours ago...I'm wandering around the city trying to find something fun to do now." She tried to keep her emotions in check.

"Listen! Chris, why did you leave? Could I have done something differently?" He asked.

She sighed, walking a few feet. "No, it wasn't you...I just needed to get away from everything, I guess. When Manning said that you were supposed to be my Father's replacement, I just went on an instinct...fear and I ran." She said with shame in her tone.

"Chris...I know it's been a long time, and I know you probably don't feel the same way anymore..." His voice seemed to trail of as Christine saw a man walking down the street towards her, holding a strange looking crate.

His skin was near snow white, his hair was silver blonde, fading to burnt gold at the ends. His eyes were yellow with flecks of gold. Her wore black robes like some kind of samurai, a gold insignia on his waist belt...just like from her book. It was on the crate he carried as well.

He saw her and stopped, eyeing her warily. "Chris? Chris, can you hear me?" Myers asked, barely getting to her as she stared at this entrancing man.

"Huh...? You're breaking up...I gotta go, there's an elf staring at me." She said in monotone.

"Chris! No! Wait-" She hung up.

The man took a few steps toward her. "You know that I am an elf?" He asked, his voice was like silk to her.

"Uhh...no, but you're definitely not human, but you just told me." She said simply, putting her phone in her back pocket.

"That is unfortunate...because now I have to kill you." He said darkly, setting down the black crate, drawing a kind of short spear from his belt.

Christine raised her hands in caution. "Jeez, manners much? I'm not human either. So take a chill pill." She defended herself.

He just growled and lunged at her. She caught the end of the spear, the staff as it extended, pushing her back, her boots skidding over the sidewalk as she remained standing.

"How could you possibly..." His voice trailed off.

"I already told you." She ripped the silver lance from his grip and pointed it at him in a flash. "I'm not human." Christine said seriously. "What's your name?" She asked, giving him back the spear...surprising him more than taking it from him.

He straightened his posture, his eyes still a bit wide. "My name is Prince Nuada Silverlance of the Fae Elves...who and what are you?" He asked, his spear shortening as he returned it to his hip.

Christine smiled. "I'm Christine Broom...I-...I'm not really sure what I am, but...I'm immortal. I never met my parents, so I just don't know." She shrugged, not really caring, she has a family.

Nuada felt a tingle of interest. "How old are you?" He asked.

"You never ask a girl her age, Nuada...I was born in 1932. I'll be 76 this Christmas." Christine extended a hand.

He looked at it, then back to her bright blue eyes. She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're supposed to shake it? It's common when making a new friend. Looks like you could use one." She said and he stared at her for a moment.

"You wish to be my friend?" He asked in disbelief.

"I just said that, yeah...you can call me Chris. All my friends do." She said as he cautiously shook her hand.

"Friends...I suppose having one won't be too painful. It is good to meet you, Christine. I believe I interrupted your call...I shall take my leave of you." He bent down and kissed her knuckles lightly. With that, he picked up his crate again.

"Do you like coffee? Tea?" She asked.

He turned and nodded slightly. "I prefer Earl Grey...why?" He said.

Christine smiled. "I know a nice little stand in central park? You don't seem like the type for crowded areas. Best tea and coffee in the city? Next week maybe...?" She offered.

He was surprised...he was about to murder an auction house full of people, and this strange girl he tried to kill wants to be his friend...he was a little more than stunned.

"As you wish." He said quietly before disappearing around the side of the auction house.

Christine called Myers back, apologizing like crazy, but grinning just the same...she had a new friend.