Norris Cole looked out of his window as a black cab pulled up on Coronation Street. He scurried to his front door, pulling it open, and stepping out onto the street. Its occupant glanced out of the window, taking in the surroundings. One high-heeled foot was placed onto the cobbles, and the taxi driver was payed. A woman exited the cab, and started to walk along the unfamiliar street, head held high, and an air of confidence that Norris had only ever seen from one other person. Norris had thought it had been somebody knew, but now he realised that he did know this person.
"Carla? Been somewhere?"
Norris was ignored as the woman continued to walk.
"Carla! It is extremely rude to ignore somebody when they are speaking to you!" Norris followed the woman. Maybe he had been wrong, maybe this wasn't Carla? But she has the same hair, the same fashion sense, the same confidence that only Carla Connor possessed, he thought. He tapped her on the shoulder.
The woman turned around. "What? Can I help you?" Her thick Mancunian accent was strikingly similar to Carla's, and Norris was taken aback by the similarities.
"I apologise, I thought you were somebody else."
"Yeah, I figured. Carla Connor, is coincidentally the person that I'm here to see. Where is she?"
"And who is asking?"
"Me, obviously." Norris widened his eyes at the woman's rudeness.
"I do not appreciate the tone of your voice!"
"And I don't appreciate little bald men wasting my time, but I guess that's just life. now where is she?"
Norris grumbled to himself, before relenting and replying to the woman. "The factory at the end of the street. Underworld."
The woman immediately began to walk away, without so much as a thank you. "You're welcome!" Norris bellowed, but the woman was already gone.
"You're telling me! Last I heard, she were carrying on with the milkman!" Sean gossiped to his colleagues, eliciting gasps and giggles from the women surrounding him. "That's not all, poor Michael found out that she slept with the best man from their wedding! I'm telling you, that woman has no shame at all."
"Bit like you then?"
Sean turned around to be greeted by the face of a twenty-something woman, with caramel coloured hair and bright green eyes, and cheekbones that could cut glass. "Excuse me?"
"You say a woman has no shame, yet here you are, gossiping about her life without much shame yourself. Bit hypocritical, ain't it?"
"Sorry to be rude, but who the hell are you?"
"Your worst nightmare, probably. Is Carla Connor around?"
"Maybe."
"I'll take that as a yes then, shall I? I'm guessing she's in that big, office-y looking room over there?" The woman began to walk towards to door to Carla's office, but was stopped by Sally.
"Look, I don't know who you are, young lady, but you have no right to storm in here, and make all kinds of demands!"
The woman laughed. "Demands? I only asked to see Carla!"
"Well she's in a business meeting. You'll have to come back later."
"Nah, you're alright, snobby. I'll wait."
Sally opened her mouth in shock, but quickly snapped it shut.
Sean laughed, earning a glare from Sally. "I like you, love!"
The woman smiled at Sean. "Thanks, sorry about...well, if you don't know me, I can come across as a bit, rude."
"Not too different from Mrs Connor, then?"
Everyone laughed, apart from the woman, who simply glanced over at the office.
Carla exited the room, clipboard in hand, and a business man following behind. "Right, Neil, love. Give us a call within the week and I'll get you those figures?" She smiled as the man left. "Oi, you lot! I don't recall saying you could have an early lunch break! Stop gassing and get on with your work!" Carla walked back into her office, and the woman stood up.
"Aye, love, I think you'd better come back another time. Mrs Connor don't seem to be in a good mood today." Sean said, giving the woman a sympathetic look.
"Trust me, I can handle Carla." The woman walked towards the door, and pushed it open.
"Sal, leave me alone and get on with it!" Carla said, her eyes not leaving her computer.
The woman sat down in the chair opposite Carla's. "Sal? Well, I've been called all kinds before, but never that."
Carla's head shot up at the familiar voice, and her face instantly lit up.
"Sophie! What are you doing here, kid?"
Sophie grinned at Carla. "Came to see you, didn't I?!"
"Oh, what could you ever want to see me for?"
"Boredom? There's only so much you can do where I live."
"Where are you at now, then?"
"I'll tell you over a bottle of red wine, if you're offering. I spotted a pub on my way here, and we, Carla Connor, have a lot to catch up on."
[A/N this is my first time publishing anything, and I'm not too sure how I feel about that :s I'd be grateful for any kind of feedback on this, and any possible suggestions for a name.]