So I don't own anything.... Except the story idea :)

To you:

You may not believe me, but as soon as I got to the airport I went to a gift shop and bought a notebook and found a pen in my bag. I just left you at your apartment, nearly a half hour ago, and it seems like I'm going through a withdrawal already. I have a feeling I'm going to wake up from my flight needing to smell that perfume you bought. It's hard to believe that I just met you three days ago when it seems like I've known you my entire life. But because I've only met you three days ago, I want to know more about you. What makes the woman underneath the must have business suits tick?

The door to the café opened; the bell on the handle jingling as it opened. Will was entranced by something in his paper and couldn't stop the woman from spilling the coffee next to him. He hadn't noticed anything around him, until he felt the heat pooling around his feet. A dark haired woman looked up, with an apology dancing in her eyes, and a guilty smile playing at her lips. "I'm clumsy," the woman chuckled. "I… I," She couldn't get anything out.

"I'm Will by the way," He said helping her to her feet. He watched the employees try and clean up the spilt coffee.

"Karen," It was at the moment she spoke, he took her in. She was dressed in a pair of black dress slacks, a long black coat covering up a white blouse, and a pair of heels. Her face slightly pale, with her lips painted in red. She looked like she was coming or going from somwhere.

My Friday had not been going well until I felt the coffee's heat against my ankles. You looked so nervous and so guilty, I wanted to laugh, but it didn't seem to be completely appropriate. I don't know how many times I'm going to tell you this, but I'm sorry for nearly dragging you out and demanding that I take you to lunch. You were so surprised that I did that, but it felt necessary. You kept telling me through lunch that you should pay for it, that it should have been you paying for it. But I guess it's me being a little bit chauvinistic.

"I love this," Karen said, hours after the coffee incident and lunch. She was pointing at a picture of a small town illuminated by the city lights. "It reminds me of home,"

"Where is home?" Will asked her, coming up next to her to look at the photograph.

"A small town." Karen said laughing. "Made up of maybe 500 people, with everyone knowing what's happened and when."

"Doesn't it get irritating?" He asked as he ushered her away from the photograph.

"It was at first, then we moved and I've never been back, so I wouldn't know now."

When you told me about not going back to the place you called home, it didn't seem that you were at all heartbroken about it. You seemed sad, but not angry. That was the last time you mentioned it. I didn't want to push because it didn't seem like you wanted to talk about it. The next morning, when I introduced you to my parents they told me near lunch how different you were, from the way you looked. You were dressed in a pair of dress slacks, a collared blouse, very businesslike, and not the carefree woman who chased my nephew around. It definitely surprised me, but probably not as much as my parents.

"Dinner was amazing," Karen said as her and Will made their way out of the restraint. She slipped her arm through his, and continued to walk down the street with linked arms. "I didn't know this place even existed."

"I've been here once or twice," He admitted. "I like fancy dinners every once in a while, but take-out and simple stay at home dinners are good enough."

"Take out sounds good every day for me," She added a laugh at the end. "It seems that's all I do is eat at fancy restaurants." She could feel his body tense through his arm. "I lived a different life a couple years ago. I was married to a millionaire, correction, billionaire, and it seems as if I'm coming down from it. Have you ever been married? Are you married?" She asked, detangling her arm.

"No to both questions. I almost got married, but I told my fiancée at the time that I couldn't marry her because I was gay." He looked up into her hazel eyes, and watched them fill with pain.

"You're gay?" Her voice barely a whisper, full of devastation. Her eyes starting to water.

"I don't know," She scoffed. "I don't know if I am because yesterday in a coffee shop I met this woman and she's done something to me," He told her taking a few steps towards her. He took her face in his hands and suddenly felt like a teenager. She wouldn't look up at him, but with a tilt of her head with his index finger, a tear rolled down her cheek. He slowly lowered his head to hers, pressing his lips against hers. He could feel her relax in his hold and slowly he pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers, and could see her smile.

I probably scared you that moment when I told you I was gay. You seemed so devastated, which surprised me. It may have prompted me to kiss you too. You, at that moment, seemed completely lost. If I hurt you I didn't mean to. In the three days that I've known you, I've felt something that is unexplainable to me. It may be love, or it may be something else. But whatever it is, I'm glad it's there.

"So you'll call me when you get to wherever you're going?"Will nodded and Karen's question. "Where are you going?"

"To be honest, I have no idea." Will said as he put his suitcase on the ground next to them. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jeans, a pair of pants she'd allow no one but Will and a few other people to see. He took her face in his hands, like he had done the day before. "Hey, "He whispered. "The first thing I do as soon as I get off the plane will be to call you." She nodded her head and leaned up to kiss him, slowly.

"I'm going to miss you," She whispered. She admitted it and it surprised her. After two days of knowing him, she was going to miss him. A person she hardly knew she was going to miss terribly. "I don't know why, but I am."

"I'm going to miss you too," He laughed and kissed her forehead. He turned to take her in one more time before getting into the cab. He watched her image disappear in the mirrors. The image of Karen he was going to remember, until he saw her again, was the woman in the white blouse, a pair of old jeans, and a pair of sandals. The woman who wasn't paying any attention to what the world thought of her.

I just got off the phone with you and to hear your voice after eight hours was wonderful. When you realized that it was me calling, you sounded relieved. You sounded as if you could breathe again. You asked me how the ride was. You asked me if I had sat next to anyone who annoyed me. I answered all of them no, because honestly I wasn't paying any attention to who was around me. I was thinking of you, standing in front of your building telling me you're going to miss me. And that's when I realized how much I'm going to miss you. In the three days that I spent with you, I was alive. I was myself completely. I couldn't hide anything from you. Everything I told you was true.

I'll talk to you soon, I promise.