I'm Not Giving Up On You

CH: 7 Maybe they care...

(This is going to be in Signe's POV)

Signe smiled as the guy walked up to her check out. He had his hood up, but she could see that he had faded green hair below, and she saw a striking flash of blue below the shadow. He set several microwavable Mac-and-cheese packs on the belt, and it slowly came up to Signe. She grabbed one and checked it.

"Is this a stick up?" She asked, faking nervousness. He looked shocked

"N-No! of course not, here." He nervously lowered his hood. His eyes were downcast at first but he soon looked up at Signe. She just managed to hide her gasp and replace it with a smile as he looked up at her. She was gorgeous. Though he looked tired and sad, his eyes were still such a striking blue. Though faded his hair was still that acid green. Signe let out a satisfied sigh at her accomplishment.

"Ah, now I can see though beautiful blue eyes." She wasn't sure where the courage to tell a strange guy that he was hot came from, but it was there, and she was glad she had it. Because any other guy she would have just checked out his food and probably never see him again, but there was something different about this guy. She wasn't sure what was so different, but she felt drawn to him, like he needed her, and vise versa. So she spoke up, and do something totally on impulse for once. She pulled a folded piece of paper off of her little check out table thingy to the side and quickly scribbled something on it, then she folded it and placed it on the little check-writing table. He finally looked her in the eyes, his mouth slightly agape. She could feel even more heat to her cheeks as his eyes scanned her face, then her shirt. He looked so tired and sad, though when he finally looked Signe in the eyes, he seemed to forget what was plaguing him. He roughly slapped a ten on the table, slipping the paper into his pocket as he withdrew his hand. He muttered

"Keep the change." Before he was out the door, and Signe was uncertain if she would ever see him again, which she hoped she would, she felt as if they had one thing in common, if not more. And that was that they both needed each other. She needed him to add a little spice to her life, to stop the everlasting routine she couldn't seem to escape. And he needed her to add a little smile to his lips. At least, she hoped he needed her.

Signe sighed as she stared over at the doors, he had vanished as if he were a ghost. Her thoughts of the green haired man were disrupted by another worker coming over to her and tapping her shoulder.

"Hey Signe, did that guy just pay you, leave the change, and forget to take his bags?" Signe gasped as she looked down at the bag holders, still bulky with his items.

"Oh you're right! I'll take them to him!" The girl gave her a quizzical look.

"Do you even know where he lives?" Though the negative comment was meant to deter her, he smile never faltered.

"No, but I can be creepy and follow him there, or you know, be like a normal person and run down the street and catch him to give him the bags there." Signe corrected as her coworker gave her an angry look.

So with that Sign grabbed the one bag of microwavable mac-n-cheese and left the store running, but slowed to a walk as she saw him through the thin crowd. For some reason Signe didn't want to give him back his groceries until he got home, she wanted to see where he lived. It seemed creepy, but for some reason she was drawn to this guy. So every turn he made, she made the same, ten or fifteen paces behind him. But it was when he turned a corner and disappeared she became worried, had he simply vanished, or did he know she was following him? But her worried were put to ease when she heard the screech of a door open, he had entered an old, run down apartment building. So she followed, determined to know more about this stranger.

After hanging back several times to make sure he didn't notice anything, she was finally at his apartment door, he had just entered. Signe raised her fist to knock, but she hesitated, she could hear his labored breath against the door, he must be leaning against it. Though she mustered her bravery and knocked, three quick and short. But no sooner had she knocked, did she hear a deep voice from inside beging to speak, but then stop as she knocked.