District 9

Part 1

     "I'm not who you think I am, Sam. You can't know me. Don't say that. Just... Please. Don't."

"Say what, Cyndhyr, that I want to get to know you? Why can't I say that? I genuinely like you and I want to learn more about you. I've barely scratched the surface only seeing you during work. All I'm asking is to hang out for a bit this weekend. We can do whatever you want, I just want to see you. That's all, really, Cyndhyr. Thats all."

"Oh... Okay. I guess. For a little while. But at your place, not mine," I couldn't let him see that yet. I couldn't risk it. "Where do you live anyway, Sam?"

"Around the corner and down a block. In that old refurbished place, the one they just started renting. I just moved in. You know, the dark brick one covered in vines," He said with a soft chuckle escaping from his lips. Every building around here just about fit that description. "How long have you been working here?"

"Oh, uhm, a while. I used to come in and help my gram when she owned this shop. Making cupcakes was her dream. It's what she wanted to do since she was 16. She never thought she would manage to get her own shop, not in this district, not with the family she came from. By the time she did she was too old to do it by herself. I was always in here helping frost the cupcakes. When she died... "

"How long?"

"4 years next Tuesday," A tear formed in my eye before it was blinked away.

"I bet you've got some great memories with her though, huh? Ever have any flour fights?" A smile creeping onto his soft face.

"Are you kidding! With the shortages we had then? I'm amazed we even stayed open, when we could get enough stuff to actually make the cupcakes. But I suppose when you're searching for a reason to get out of bed every morning, a bright cupcake in a grimy, vine-covered world might be as good as any. But yeah, we had a few," Another tear gets blinked away, a good tear this time though.

I thought so, you seem like the flour fighting kinda girl, The smile on his lips stretched a little larger, almost turning into the sexy smirk you always see those guys do in those cheesy romantic movies, the ones where you always know the ending halfway through.

Uhm, if you say so? I don't really think about what type of girl I am. I dont like types. People are people. Yeah, some are I let the sentence drift off before I finished it, doubting Sam was paying attention, or if he was, doubting he cared.

Uh huh, There was an odd look on his face for a moment before he continued. So who owns this place now? Your gram used to but who got it when, you know

I, uhm, well, I did. She gave it to me. Before she died, actually. She knew she wasn't able to work much longer and she thought I might like it. I think she had another reason for giving it to me but I guess Ill never know. Logic says she should have given it to her second son. His phone rang then and he answered in the same liquid gold voice he answers the shop phone in. Hello, yes it is, who else would it be, yes, I know, okay, okay, fine, bye. Pretty standard phone call for Sam lately. Whoever was calling him always seemed to doubt it was him on the other end of the call. I was always curious about the mystery caller but I never asked and he never told.

My shifts almost up, He sounded off put and confused. Gathering his thoughts, he continued, Promise I can see you this weekend? That same movie smirk of a smile crept back onto his lips again.

Ill think about it. Give me a few days to decide.