CHAPTER 2: The Cafe

People stared at her of course, but she didn't seem to mind. Following behind, the stares then moved to him; he did mind, his cheeks went crimson. She did however have the grace to take the table in the corner, where their faces could be slightly hidden; where onlookers could not see what she was wearing, or the lack of it.

He had ordered a coffee, and she a hot chocolate with marshmellows. He watched her plop each one in. To him, it was amazing how much her face had and at the same time had not changed in 15 years. The same piercing blue eyes, delicate cheek bones, chin and red-rose lips. Her nose had changed, but that could have been cosmetic; and there were lines etched on her forehead and around her mouth; her eye sockets were hollow and her eyebrows dyed white blonde. He wanted to know what that face had seen, what it had experienced. He wanted to know what it thought of his after all these years, and arguably in a much better light than hers. But at the same time he didn't.

She clocked that he was staring at her, and looked at him expectantly; but he didn't know what to say, where would he start? Here sitting in front of him was the person he had spent over half his life looking for; the relationships, experiences, everything that he had sacrificed during his teenage and so-far-adult life, for her, and this was how she turned up to him, looking like this. He felt disgust over her and wanted to tell her. But she could read this in his eyes; she had become an expert at reading people without them uttering a word.
He suddenly coughed out a laugh of disbelief, uneasiness.

"What. Not what you expected?"

He shook his head slightly, still smiling is disbelief. His heart didn't want to believe his eyes.

"Well tell me Fox", she leaned forwarded, exposing her chest, disgusting him even more. "What did you expect? How did you imagine this moment, how did it plan out?" Her voice coaxing him, the same way she would on one of her clients. He maintained his stare; they both knew she was messing with him. For what? What reaction? She moved her heel up his leg towards his crotch; causing him to jump up angrily from his seat. His outburst not only shocked her but the people sat around them.

He reached into his pocket to get his wallet. He left ten dollars for the drinks and then threw a hundred at her.
"Thanks for your time" and stalked off out of the cafe and into the cold January air.

All eyes were now on her; but that wasn't why there were tears stinging her eyes. She didn't know why herself and was angry by them.
She collected herself quickly, leaving all the money on the table; then turned left where he had turned right.

The chapters will get longer, but for the moment the first several chapters will be short because they are quite hard to write. I have all sorts of ideas though for later chapters and crossovers between characters. Also in this fanfic Mulder was born in 64 and Scully in 68 (21).