Splat...Splat...Splat.

Mrs. Lovett stared out her pie shop window as the rain dropped down from the window sill. It was a dreary day on Fleet Street and she hadn't seen a single customer. Her mind shifted to the barber who lived above her. He was her reason and her life. She loved him with all her heart even though he barely even acknowledged her presence. He was so caught up in his precious revenge that he never even noticed how she lit up everytime she saw him. He had terrible anger issues too. One little thing could set him off and he'd have her up against the wall with a razor to her neck. She was scared of him. She knew he could easily kill her if he wanted to but she loved him more.

Chime! It was six o'clock. She made Sweeney's dinner at six everyday. She took one last look into the rain and got up. Mrs. Lovett grabbed a plate, a cup, and a tray. She filled the plate with a meat pie (real meat) and filled the cup with gin, then she picked up the tray and headed out into the rain.

She hoisted herself carefully up the slippery steps. She knocked on Sweeney's door and he gave a grunt okaying her to come in.

"Good evenin' love" Mrs. Lovett chimed, happy to see Sweeney looking directly at her.

"It's absolutely miserable outside, Mrs. Lovett. That's not exactly what I would call a good evening." Sweeney murmured to her.

"Well I was just trying to be in a good mood, dear." Mrs. Lovett said back in a dull tone. Although she was always happy to see him, he did crush her happiness quite a bit.

"Get Out." Sweeney said in a monotone voice.

Mrs. Lovett went back out into the rain. He hadn't been particularly cruel to her though he hadn't confessed his undying love for her either so she wasn't exactly happy. She sauntered back into her parlor where she flopped onto a chair and grabbed one of the various romance novels off the shelf next to her chair. She flipped it open and began to read. She dreamed a love like the ones in the books would come to her. She knew it was foolish but it couldn't hurt if no one but her knew. Her fantasys were her only way of keeping herself sane while being madly in love with someone who didn't even know she existed.