Spot

"Dat girl is…," I started to say to myself then snapped out of it. "Na, Conlon, snap out of it. You can't be fallin' for goil. Well…"

It was true.

Over the next few three days, my heart started beating faster every time I thought of her. Something about that gorgeous red hair and those pretty brown eyes got me every time.

"Hi there," a female voice whispered from behind me one day. It scared me so much that I jumped and fell off my crate, but I didn't hurt myself. That was lucky. When I looked up, it was only Charm carrying something in a white sack.

"I'm sorry," she apologized as she helped me up. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Ain't a problem, Doll," I replied.

Her pretty brown eyes just stared at me for a moment, then smiled.

"Anyway," she said as she took my hand and placed the sack in it, "I brought you something."

I gave Charm my cane to hold while I unfolded the napkin, and it revealed an apple and a piece of bread.

"Where'd you get this?" I asked her.

"Home," she replied. "I just thought I could do something nice for somebody."

"Well, thanks," I smiled as I took a bite out of an apple.

"Anytime, Spot."

"So," I said, trying to start a conversation with her, "...where ya from?"

Really, Conlon? I thought.

"I'm from Manhattan," she said as if I had already forgotten. "I've only lived in New York for two years."

"Really?"

"I was born in Ireland-"

"You Irish?" I asked.

"Yeah," she nodded as I began on the apple, "but when I was about five we moved here to the States. We lived up in Montana. Pretty rural. Then, when I was about six, I got a baby sister. But my mother died about to years later." She stared down at her feet for a moment. "Now it's just me, Papa, and Leah Beth."

"Oh" was all that came out.

"It's fine," she said with a small smile.

I decided to change the subject. "Have you always lived 'Hattan?"

"No. We lived in Queens for a while, until Papa was promoted."

"Hang on," I stopped her. "If youse in 'Hattan, then why do you come to Brooklyn?"

"This is where I can get a good view of the ocean," she replied as she looked out into the horizon. "You don't get this in Manhattan. Also, Papa thinks the food is better in Brooklyn, so this is where I come when he's in need of food and things like that."

I chuckled. "Well, thanks again for givin' me somethin' to eat," I said as I gave her back the sack. "A guy can get pretty hungry after a day of sellin' papes."

"You're welcome," she giggled as we shook hands. "I have to go. 'Bye."

"Bye." I waved to her as she walked off.

Thanks for reading! Again, sorry for short chapters. Ugh! The next ones will be better, I promise. And also, Charm doesn't have a New York accent nor an Irish accent. Review, favorite, and/or follow. :)