She was unmistakeable. The sashaying walk that sent her hips swinging, the
carefully styled raven mass of corkscrew hair, the slow bite of her lip and
release, and the footsteps on that tyled floor demanding all attention from
everyone in the Rovers Return. CARLA CONNOR WAS BACK!

She'd been in L.A for 6 months now and was feeling kind of glad to be home.
She had a glowing tan and her hair was glossier than ever. She was back in
tight designer skirts and she had a sure spring in her step. She looked
healthy. She was beautiful!

The six inch heals of her 'homewrecker boots' clicked on the floor as she
walked to the bar. Her pert bottom bouncing with every step, her raven hair
swept side to side and then fell freely at the sides of her face outlining her
perfect cheekbones and flowing over her purple silk blouse as she came to a
stop.

"Red wine please Stella." Her strong feminine voice echoed through the now
quiet pub. All eyes on her and she loved it. She didn't care about her past
anymore, it was all about her future from now on. Hers and his.

"Large or small?" Stella asked her in her usual chirpy voice.

"Oww, make it a large one. Missed the taste while I've been sipping cocktails
by the pool" She replies in her teasing manner.

She takes a slow long sip of the red liquid Stella had just handed her,
enjoying the taste as it slips down her throat. Everyones eyes still on her.
Everyone still silent. She really was quite enjoying this.

She took another long sip of the wine as the doors to the pub swung open,
and in walked a very sexy, tall tanned man.

He walked over to the bar and slid his arms around the slim waist of the woman
stood there. She giggled as she turned 'round and pressed her lips to his.

"A large wisky please Stell" she spoke as she pulled away from her lover. They
pressed their foreheads together, and just took eachother in. The 'unlikely
couple' had all eyes on them. Two of which were full of so much emotion.

Anger. Jelousy. Hurt. Happyness. Regret.
Love.
The mixed emotions boiled inside the dissapointed bloke sat in the booth of
the back street boozer as he watched the loved up pair, holding eachother. He
wanted to say something. He couldn't just sit here. He had to.

He can't. He can't cause a scene. He has a family. He made his choice. He'll
just have to keep it bottled up. He was never really good at that, but he
can't ruin this for her.