"There's always that one person that will always have your heart."

Miss Lemon was organizing some papers at the office when Mister Poirot called her and told he was going to meet Japp to discuss about their presente case.

"And what about Captain Hastings?" She asked.

"Mon ami Hastingsis not feeling very well today. I think he has a cold, as you english say. Oh, I almost forgot, would you be so kind to deliver him a soup that I made? It's a recipe of my aunt in Belgium. It will refresh his little grey cells."

"Of course, Mister Poirot, I'll do that." Her heart started beating faster than a drum when she realized she would be in his apartament. Would she be strong enough to not fall into his arms and tell him how much she loved him?

Mister Poirot had already left and after she fixed her make up and put the little recipient containing an odd liquid into her purse, she left too. She took a cab and five minutes later she was at the front gate of Hastings' building. Trying so hard not to faint right there, she entered the building and a few seconds later she was by his door.

"Captain Hastings?" She spoke lightly and knocked.

"Please enter, Miss Lemon." - He coughed a little.

She couldn't restrain her happiness to be there and gave him a warm smile. She placed the soup on the table and was going to the door when he called her. Oh please, she thought, how can I resist to that? She turned around to find him looking at her like a cute puppy and her heart melted right there.

"What is it, Captain Hastings?"

"I was just thinking if you could help me eat the soup, you see, I'm very weak." He gave her his most inoccent look, he couldn't even imagine the struggle inside her chest now.

"Ohhh you, Captain Hastings. Ok, I'll help you then I'll leave, I have much to do at the office." She lied.

She took a spoon in the kitchen and sat by his side. She didn't know how much of that she was strong enough to take, and lefting that aside was quite shocked he asked her to help him. They were always at Whitehavens together and of course, were quite good friends. But they never had that kind of intimacy, the intimacy she secretely hoped to have with him someday.

They were staring at each other and she was so distracted by that beautiful blue tone of his eyes that she let a little bit of soup fall in his pajamas.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Captain Hastings. Please, forgive me!"

"That's ok, Felicity, err, I mean, Miss Lemon." He blushed a little and seemed a little embarrassed.

That was it. She couldn't take it any more. So many years in love with him, struggling to accept that was all she would have, a polite friendship. It wasn't easy, but she could be that way with him forever if he hadn't get so close, but he did. She held his face and kissed him.

His hesitation was enough to make a tear fall in her face and she ran away.

"Wait, please!" He yelled at her, begging her to stay.

"What now?" She asked.

"I'm just confused, I thought that, good Lord, I don't even know what I thought anymore." He got up and walked to her with a little difficulty.

"Do you, err, do you like me?" He asked.

"I love you, Arthur. I loved you since I saw your face for the first time." She was staring at the floor.

He took her chin and made her look at him. Gently put his hand on her waist and kissed her tenderly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let herself drown in him, in that impossible, perfect dream.

All the character's belong to Agatha Christie, I don't own anything.

So sorry if there are many mistakes here, my native language is Portuguese and I'm not that very good in English yet. Anyway, hope you liked it.