Peter unlocked the door to his flat and after locking it behind him he threw his keys onto the coffee table by the door. He walked into his kitchen and got another beer out the fridge and wandered more about the evening he just had with Megan. As he began to contemplate he pressed his phone to his surprise to find a voice mail.

"Hey Peter, it's Megan. You left your wallet at the bar so I'll give it to you tomorrow. Alright bye." He loved the sound of her voice.

He never thought he could get through to Megan the way he did tonight. He'd never seen her as a dancer or a pink haired teenager. He hadn't talked to her like that before but he hoped he'd have another chance like that again though. He enjoyed her company, he already knew that, but he'd never had the taste of enjoying her company like that before-without a dead body across the table. He picked up his mobile and looked at her contact where he realised he didn't actually have her home phone number only her mobile. It would have to do. It rang a couple of times before she picked up.

"Hello," she answered.

"Hey Megan, it's Peter," he answered. "I am happy to come to your flat and get my wallet. Unless you're busy."

"It's a Friday evening, you know me," she replied in a joking tone. "I'm at 22C Portland House, Rose Brick Lane. It's like two minutes from the office."

"Handy," he replied. "I'll see you soon."

'Yes,' they thought together.

Megan looked at herself in the mirror; Peter would be here soon. She played with her hair and put on a tiny amount of lip gloss. She looked at her plain blue t-shirt and knee long shorts. She was about to go to bed when he called but who needs sleep.

Peter stood outside the door. He looked at the tulips-roses are just a bit too forward. He knocked on the door. Megan was surprised; she thought he'd have to buzz in from downstairs. She opened the door and smiled at him.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi," he replied. He handed her the flowers. "Just a little thank you for taking my wallet."

"It's been a while since someone gave me flowers. Come in," she invited him in.

He walked in while she hurried off to the kitchen. The hall had art on the wall but on the coffee table were photos in frames. He looked at the one of Lacey; she was beaming and wearing a birthday hat. He smiled before his eyes diverted to the picture behind of a young Megan with a man who he assumed to be her dad. She was wearing a pink dress while he was holding her in his arms while wearing a suit. Megan looked so sweet and a lot like her dad.

"Second wedding of my cousin," she told him from behind.

"Wasn't going to ask."

"Yeah but you wanted to," she said handing him a cold beer.

He walked into the living room. Her coffee table empty besides Neurology magazines. He felt her behind him as he cast judgement on her home.

"It's nice. Can I sit?" he asked.

"Sure."

As he did he let out a little moan.

"You alright?" She asked concerned.

He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt before turning to look at her. He revealed his shoulder to her.

"Oh my god Peter," she said examining it further.
"It's fine, a war wound. I got shot at a robbery of a convenience store."

She was about to run her fingers along it but she stopped herself to ask: "Can I?"

He nodded and she gently took off the bandage. It was bad, even by Megan's standard.

"Wait here," she instructed.

She got up and as she walked away he stole a look of her ass before his eyes travelled down her ludicrously long legs. She went to her bathroom and got bandages, cream and other things. She taped him back up. As she looked up for the first time after coming back from the bathroom he saw his opportunity. He leaned forward and his lips touched hers gently. Her lips were soft and tasted of cherry. She kissed him back before pulling away.

"Megan," he tried to stop her but she ran into what he assumed to be her bedroom.

When Megan got into the room she closed the door. She stood, back resting on the door. The man she had been mooning over for months had just kissed her and she was hiding in her bedroom. She heard the front door close. She wiped the remainder of Lacey's lip gloss off her lips before walking back into her hall. She walked to the kitchen where he'd left a card.

'I've fancied you forever but I fell in love with you tonight. Your colleague, your friend, your biggest fan Peter.'