Lucky Me

Donuts

Chris' POV

It was 8.32pm.

She was late.

I rubbed my face with the palm of my hand. It had been a long day and I was exhausted, but I was desperate to see her again. Yet that bad feeling in my gut was telling me that she wasn't going to come. I was sitting outside of the donut shop with Dodger at my feet, in the hopes that she was just running a little late. I mean it was only a couple minutes past 8.30...

Lucy's POV

I rushed down the street, following google maps on my phone- I'd had way more than a couple of sleeps since the last visit here and I couldn't remember exactly where the place was. I was aware that I was cutting it fine- time wise, glancing down at the time on my phone as I hurried down the street.

I turned the corner and my heart rate rose as I recognized the buildings around me. I fluffed up my still damp hair from the shower I'd had about 45 minutes ago- the damp night air not helping tame the frizz either. It was no use, so I pulled the elastic band from around my wrist and pulled my hair back into a messy high pony tail. I pushed my phone into my back pocket and fastened my Khaki trench coat tighter around my body. 

My converse high tops landed in the still puddles from the earlier downpour and I winced at the idea of cleaning them when I got back to my room later. Dirty muddy water and white sneakers weren't a good mix. But I was too busy searching the scene in front of me, looking for anyone that could have been him. But when a few bodies dispersed from gathering by the door way of the donut shop, I saw him. Make no mistake, that was him.

Hunched over a little on a wrought iron table for two, dressed in a pair of navy sweats, matching hoodie with a black hooded Gilet over the top, and a black ball cap on his head sat the very object of the passed year and a bit's heartache. A wave of nausea washed over me as my pace faltered. But I swallowed it down and took a deep breath. But then my breath hitched in my throat when I realized he had a little companion with him tonight- and more importantly who that companion was....

Chris' POV

Dodger's cute little butt started to shake like crazy, bringing a smile of confusion to my face, about to ask my little dude what had gotten him so amped up when "Oh my goodness! Hi! You look utterly adorable!" a voice gushed in total adoration. Well, that's what it sounded like to me. The owner of said voice rushed up beside me, greeting Dodger with a held out hand as she knelt low to the ground. I on the other hand leapt up in surprise when I recognized that perfume, the long dark hair, the wide smile and beautiful face.

The chair screeched as it was pushed along the concrete floor by the backs of my thighs, causing an unnecessary scene, and her dark eyes to look up at me from where she was down beside my dog. She blushed badly but bit back a smile, holding my gaze briefly before returning to stand. "sorry I'm late...." she spoke, "and sorry I startled you" she said, with a light giggle. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up in a smile, but I was rendered speechless.

"Um, it's ah...it's cool...." I tried to laugh it off. "hi" I added. Well played Evans..."Hi" she smiled back at me, giggling again. "h-how are you?" I asked, immediately cursing my nerves right now. "good. Thank you. How are you?" she smiled back. Man she looked good. "Good, yeah, tired, but good" I nodded, not helping the smile coming to my cheeks. "you wanna sit down?" I asked her gesturing back to the table I was still stood at. "uh-huh" she nodded, "but um," she glanced behind me and into the store. "I'll grab us some food" she offered. I opened my mouth to protest but she stopped me, "it's starting to get a little busy in there..." she nodded and I turned my head a little and looked through the window under the peak of my hat. "ah, yeah, I suppose it is." I said turning back around to her, "thank you" I said, reaching round to my back pocket. "don't you dare Evans" she scolded me, holding up her hand. I paused and looked back at her with flushed cheeks. "tell me what you want"