Hello again! Hope you all had a great Christmas and New Year! This is a small three-parter that wouldn't leave me alone. However, once I started writing it seemed to digress into rather rambling ways so please bare with

Chapter One

"Why me, Harry?"

"What?"

"Why- out of all the women you could have- all of the women you have had- why me?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"It's just after last week, I can't stop thinking… wondering why… I mean… Oh just forget it! I shouldn't have said anything."

"Wait. You want to know why I love you? That's it isn't it."

"I can't work it out Harry. I've tried so hard, believe me! I thought, maybe it was because, we've never… you know… and that it's the unknown that, well, erm… excites you or something. I mean, there can't be many women who have ever said no to you…I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I know I said no when you… that day in he church yard…"

"And when I asked you for a second date."

"Pardon?"

"When I asked you out again. We were stood right here and you said no."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No, Harry. You never asked me on a second date. I turned you down before you could which technically isn't me saying no."

"Like you said, a technicality Ruth."

"And stop saying my name like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you just did?"

"Ruth?"

"Yes. Stop it."

"Stop what, Ruth? You don't like the way I say your name?"

"No… Yes… well… anyway- stop changing the subject!"

"I would Ruth, if I had the slightest clue as to what the subject matter of this conversation actually is!"

"I have cats Harry."

"Now who's changing the subject?"

"I eat pot noodles for my lunch because I hate cooking."

"And your point is…"

"I'm clumsy, I worry what people think, I can't cry at funerals, I read books that most people think are ridiculous wastes of time, I can't wear high heels because I look like I'm attempting to work a tight rope and … and… I can't hear you say my bloody name without thinking… well… rather inappropriate thoughts!"

"Inappropriate?"

"Yes!"

"How so?"

"Vividly so!"

"Have you quite finished?"

"Yes. No. I just don't understand it! You're the head of Section D, a respected spy and agent. A man who has had and could still have his pick of anyone of the glamorous women who flock about you on a flaming daily basis! What the hell could you see in me? Why do you love me? Why? Or… I mean… I wonder do you even love me at all. I suppose it…"

"Ruth!"

"No, Harry. I've come this far, said this much so let me finish! Please! It… it scares me Harry that if we… you know… ever do finally…"

"Have sex?"

"Yes. Then, afterwards, maybe you'll realise that I was just… oh I don't know- an itch maybe, that you needed to scratch. That actually you didn't love me, you just needed to attain the unattainable."

"How can you say that?"

"I don't blame you, Harry. I do believe that you believe you love me, but… I… I just don't think I can live up to the woman you need. The woman you deserve!"

"Ruth…I… I don't know what to say. I…No. Wait! Where are you going?"

"I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry Harry…

"Don't go… Please!"

"I need to… I'll see you Monday."

Hope you enjoyed. Sorry if a bit rusty but blowing the writing cobwebs off for the New Year Please leave a review and let me know what you thought or any suggestions. Chapter Two nearly written and have an idea for chapter three so should be too long in updating (providing people want to read more…)