She looked at the recruiting station and sighed. She is going to be alone in a week, no one to talk to or even see alive. Her parents have been dead since she was eighteen. Bucky was the only one alive still and he is going to war. Florence Quinn didn't want to be left behind, but she knew that she would have to change everything. Only men were aloud to fight over seas, women were expected to fight the household battles and build for their husbands over seas.
She took a sharp intake of air when some ones hands landed on her shoulders. Her attacker gave a full laugh as he turned her around. "Bucky, you know I scare too easily!" she exclaimed, slapping her hand on his chest.
He laughed again and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you Florence." She pulled away from Bucky, her hands on his shoulders.
"Hey, we still got a week. We got a bunch of crazy things to do," she said, trying to get the mood back up. She knew he was sad to leave her and all of his friends but she wanted him to be happy for this last week before going to war.
He smiled slightly and Florence pulled him toward a ice cream cart. "First thing, you need some chocolate to pick you up a bit. Can't have Sargent Barnes crying on the floor before we even do anything."
New York was beautiful at night, especially in Central Park. Florence and Bucky were just walking through the park, reminiscing about the old days when everyone was happy. Everything was just nice about the night; it was a cooler and clear night for May but it felt night considering the week had been sweltering. Everyday, Florence would come home from her job as a waitress at Gabe's and her body would be on fire. It was only May! Her ginger hair has been in a ponytail all week because her neck would get to hot under the suns burning rays.
"I don't want to leave you Flower," Bucky said finally as they looked out over the city. "You don't have any relatives after I leave."
"You have to go," she told him strictly." You have to go and beat the Nazis so you can come back and live a life without that threat over your head and mine."
He nodded knowing Florence was right, but she was a sister the him. They have known each other long enough that they are like brother and sister, not cousins.
"You have got to stop making me feel sad," she told him as the stood up from the grass and started toward the bus stop. "I am trying to make you happy for your last week before the war and you keep making it seem like I should be crying on the floor."
"Well maybe you should, you brother is going away," Bucky said as they waited for the bus. "But I know you are too strong for that. You'll write to me right?"
"That's a rhetorical question right?" Florence raised an eyebrow and stepped onto the full bus to Brooklyn. "I'll write as long as you write back, and you better mister."
He laughed but nodded. This is what he was going to miss, her constant sass and backtalk. He will just have to come back to hear it again.
"I'll see you soon Bucky," Florence said as she jumped off of the bus. "Try not to get too sad before I see you next."
She winked as the bus peddled away. She let out a long sigh as she finally sat down on her worn-out couch. She was living on minimum wage, a new couch that hasn't been slept on for nearly fifteen years wasn't in the budget. He small apartment had a bedroom and bathroom, the bedroom had the only working door in the whole apartment. She had her worn-out couch and a coffee table and a radio in her living room; the coffee table acted like a dining table most of the time. Her apartment looked like any collage kids would, just slightly cleaner because her cloths were neat and she threw things away. There was a wall of books that seems to get fuller every time she steps foot into 'home' across from the crimson couch. This was home to her, and she liked her small piece of heaven even if it wan't too pretty.
She went to her pantry to find a bag of crackers to snack on before trying to get some rest. She always seems to end up will morning shifts, not that she minds. She has always been a morning person and nothing is better than getting to silently make fun of not-morning people every weekday.
She looked down at her thin watch to see that it was already nine thirty. It has been a long day for her; Bucky being just one of the many things to cross her mind for a long period of time. She decided to call to quits for the day and headed to the bedroom. Once her head hit the pillow, every thought left her mind. Sleep overcame her quickly and for the first time in a long time, she dreamt of her dead family.