One Night With Montana.
The moonlight shone in the dark sky as Lindsay looked out from the break room window. She shivered from the breeze that escaped in through the open window, and held her steaming mug of coffee tighter. She hadnt faced Danny since she stood him up for dinner. She had been making every excuse possible to avoid seeing him lately. When she rarely had spare time to think, she found herself trying to decide whether she should come clean with Danny and tell him how she truly felt. She often felt that Danny had been ignoring her, and lately, the office they shared together, jus felt lonely and abandoned - a place that they were forbidden to spend time together. All the memories and laughter they had shared - gone.
Sure, she knew they still had to work together but nothing felt the same anymore. She didnt know if she had the courage to speak up and confront her feelings for him.
Lindsay sighed as slanted drops of rain fell from the sky and spattered on to the window, smearing the moons bright outline. She finished up the last of her coffee and placed the epmty cup on to the draining board. 'Only another 2 hours and shift is over!' She thought to herself. She couldnt wait to get home, jump in the shower and relax for the rest of the evening in front of the T.V. Just as she was leaving the break room, lost in her thoughts, she walked straight into Danny, sending his papers flying. She hadnt seen Danny come walking past reading through his case file.
"Woah there!" Danny exclaimed, as he bent down to scramble his papers together from the floor.
"I - I'm sorry Danny, I never saw you - " Lindsay stammered as she helped pick a few papers up. She stood up as Danny did and their eyes met.
"Hey,' Danny replied softly, not sure whether to give her a reassuring smile. ' I should have been looking where I was going instead of reading."
"Danny, it wasn't you, I had my eyes open - I guess I - "
"I gotta run." Danny said hesitantly, as he gently slid the papers from Lindsay's hands.
"Yeah, sure, sorry." Lindsay blushed and felt as if she was a school girl again. 'Why does he make me feel like that all the time?' she asked herself.
Danny slowly walked past her, hoping that there was a chance she would stop him and say something. Once he reached the end of the corridor, he turned around to she she had only just started to walk the path back to the office - she didn't look back.
It was 10:30pm by the time Lindsay had got home. The traffic had been terrible, and what was normally a 20 minute car journey from the lab to her apartment, had taken her her an hour.
Once inside the door, she threw keys on to the table, slung her jacket onto the couch and kicked off her ankle boots. She walked through to the fridge and pulled out a beer, snapping the top off and started to make her way to the bathroom.
"Uh, that's better!" she exclaimed out loud to herself as she took a long slug of her ice cold beer. Lindsay placed the beer bottle on the side next to the sink, and let the shower run, filling the room with steam. She stepped out of her trousers, thong, jumper and bra, and stepped under the hot water.
She hoped that the the water would wash away some of the negative thoughts that she had been unwillingly thinking about all day. In her heart, Lindsay knew that her feelings for Danny were getting stronger by the day, and she secretly wanted them to be more than what they were now, what ever that was. Now that she had blown him out on the dinner date, she wasn't sure if he would still want to know how she felt.
Lindsay couldnt stand the heat anymore in the shower. She decided she had washed away as many troubles as she could and stepped out wrapping herself in a towel, and then and then her baby pink flannel bath robe. Her beer had now become tepid, and undrinkable to her taste buds. As she walked through to the kitchen, she emptied the bottle before throwing it with the rest of the trash, and grabbed herself another ice cold beer from the fridge.
There was nothing that took her fancy on T.V which was unusual for a wednesday night. Letterman was usually on but he had been rescheduled, and there were no decent movies on.
"Why do I even bother paying for cable?" she mumbled as she settled on a cartoon channel. She dropped the remote control next to her, drank half her beer in one go, and threw her head back on the couch, jus staring at the ceiling.
Within minutes, she had finished her beer, and was about to get another from the fridge when she was stopped by a knock at the door.