Another week has past. Christine was still feeling depressed. But she and Raoul had gotten to catch up. They had been growing closer as friends and he was hoping to turn it into something else. But Christine wasn't ready for that.
Tonight, Raoul was taking her out to dinner, as she hadn't been out since the funeral. As she changed into a little summer dress that complimented her pale complexion and warm weather, she felt like she was being watched. She looked around her but shrugged it off.
In all honesty, she had completely forgotten about Erik. Nothing, really, was on her mind. Which would be another reason Raoul wants to take her out.
The clock struck seven, and right on time, there was a knock on the door. "Raoul," Christine said with a smile.
He smiled and took her hand and kissed the top of it. "Christine."
He then took that hand, placed it in the crook of his elbow and led her out. As she shut the door behind them, Raoul says, "I hope you're bringing your appetite! Where are having French."
"Ooh! Exciting." Christine says happily. Raoul winked at her as he led her down the driveway.
"I thought we might walk. Giving the perfect weather conditions."
"Sounds lovely to me," Christine replied as the warm but calming wind blew in her face.
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Hours pass and then was long gone as Raoul stopped at Christine's front door. "I had a fun night. Thanks for taking me out, Raoul."
"Oh, my pleasure," said he as he held both of her hands in front of him. "You just call the minute you feel the least bit poorly."
I smiled and looked out to the driveway and sighed. Awkward silence acknowledged.
But, Raoul let go of one of her hands and cupped the back of her neck. He pulled her close and paused, before placing his lips on hers. She didn't really kiss back but when she did she pulled away immediately. Christine cleared her throat.
"Sorry," Raoul chuckled, taking a breath. "Long time coming."
"Ha," Christine breathed. Not for her. "Well... Goodnight Raoul."
He gave her hand one last squeeze before letting go, "Goodnight, Christine." And he left.
Christine unlocked her door and walked inside. She sighed as she closed her eyes and the door, leaning against it.
When she opened them she about jumped out of her skin. There, sitting on her couch, was a very angry looking Erik Destlar.
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