"She did know that it's remarkably easy to fall in love with someone who is already in love with you. It's a little like falling in love with yourself."
― Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost


"Am I the only one you like to harass, Shane?"

"You're the only one that likes to invade a man's space. Here is a man's world darling, right here at this booth during lunch time."

"Move over Grimes. I am going to sit next to you."

"Sure, Michonne." Rick obliged. His heart raced from being unexpectedly near the woman he secretly was attracted to, and it was almost unnerving. She had on the same perfume. Her signature scent. He was feeling heady.

The way he felt weighed heavy on him, and he had meant to confide in his friend Shane across the table when he noticed the white Mercedes that belonged to Michonne pull alongside Mabel's Café that day. Rick knew he would have to wait until all the details of Shane's night with Carol was completely rehashed before he would have the chance to get some advice.

'Sure, Michonne.'

Michonne.

It was the first time Grimes had ever called her by her first name. He said it correctly, and it gave Michonne just a momentary pause.

This was the first time they shared a booth at Mabel's Café. The other seven times it was a table for four or five. This was the 8th time that they as a threesome sat together. The last time was a month ago.

Rick thought long and hard about asking Michonne to the Sheriffs Ball that was going to take place in less than a month. He was on the verge of obsessing about whether or not she would say yes or if it would it be a quick and easy no.

Michonne slid into the booth across from Shane who was visibly annoyed. He would have to put a mental place marker on his story that he wanted to tell Rick his patrol partner about the night he had with Carol and the Boa, now that Michonne interrupted and was sitting across from him giving him the stink eye.

"You know one day your ears are going to be privy to shit that you don't want to know, barging in the way you do."

"You are the only man I know that flap his gums non-stop, and I am certain it is about a whole lot of nothing." Michonne used her fingers and thumb in an up and down motion to indicate his chatty behavior.
"How'd you come to that conclusion?"

"If I have to make another trip down to the station to get files that Sheriff Herschel promised me that YOU would have on my desk by morning- you and I are going to have problems, Deputy Walsh. I've noticed your John Hancock on some of those unwarranted arrests. I am beginning to see a trend. I am really starting to put two and two together."

"Are you investigating me or proving a fuzzy math skill?" Shane challenged.

"I have your orders." Beth smiled at Deputy Grimes though the tension was visible between Shane and Michonne who sat across from each other in the booth.

"Beth could teach you some things Michonne. She is a ray of Sunshine even when you come to cloud the day." Shane remarked taking his plate from Beth.

"Is that so?" Michonne was pissed. The thought of being referred to as a dark cloud. She wanted to cuss Shane out, but she didn't want to prove him right about her.

"Lighten up woman!" Shane exclaimed.

"I am quite sure Grimes could teach you a few things." Michonne ventured.

"Is that so?"

"Like stay quiet. If you stay quiet long enough, you will catch some relevant facts."

"I have some facts. You are single. Educated. Childless. Petless. Can't cook worth shit. Your idea of a good time is watching Netflix or going to some damn museum to look at Art that could have been created by a four-year-old."

"You rattled off four facts. The rest were assumptions." Michonne was stunned that the asshole knew her very well indeed. Everything he rattled off was correct.

"You two are something else. I think you met your real match Deputy Walsh." Beth laughed. "You two should sit side by side instead. Right, Deputy Grimes?"

Beth tried many times to engage Deputy Grimes in conversation but found it quite challenging.

The last plate was Rick's that Beth placed down on the table. It didn't go unobserved that the young girl had a crush on Deputy Grimes who was old enough to be her father. Her comment caused Michonne and Shane to cease and just take an overall notice of the young girl's exaggerations, and Deputy Grimes didn't reciprocate it by any means. Rick found his everyday turkey sandwich fascinating while his mind wondered if there was any truth that Shane and Michonne may be a better match.

"Would you like more Tea, Deputy Grimes?" Beth asked when she realized she wasn't going to get a response to her other question.

"Sure, Beth. Thank you."

"Coming right up. I will make sure not to make it too sweet." Beth quickly left to go and get the tea to refill his cup.

"Don't you start with that Shane. She's a kid. I am not interested." Rick quickly dismissed without looking at the plastered grin he knew the man wore that sat across from him and Michonne. He needed to have a talk with Shane about Michonne sooner than later. He wanted to stake his claim, and it wasn't Beth that he wanted. Rick didn't like entertaining women he had no interest in, and he tried to keep the conversation at a minimal for them to get the hint.

"She's legal." Shane quipped.

"I am not interested."

"There's Maggie. She will be in soon." Shane offered another choice to Rick.

"I am done here." Michonne had lost her appetite. "I am going to get this wrapped up to go after all."

"No, you are not Babe. Move over Shane."

"What the hell? Are we being invaded?"

"Move...Slide." Andrea waited for Shane to slide over to allow her room to sit next to him in the booth.

"My Lady friend won't like this," Shane said as he complied.

"Which one? Rumor is you have many." Andrea laughed. She was completely unbothered.

Rick smirked, and Michonne shook her head.

"Sasha here with you?" Michonne asked Andrea.

"No. Sasha has met someone."

"Who?"

"The hell if I know."

"How'd you get here?" Michonne was surprised to see her friend.

"Walked from the hotel over to here."

"If I'd known Andrea that you wanted to come this way, I would have picked you up when I left the office."

"I wanted to walk. I'm good, Babe."

"Babe?" Shane questioned.

"Legal and barely legal. Your friend Rick has a problem with it. Respect it." Michonne pointed between her and Andrea and alluded to Rick and Beth when she eyed Shane.

"What in the hell are you going on about, Darlin?"

"Beth. Before Andrea sat down the conversation was about Beth." Rick responded to Shane to get him up to speed. He was siding with Michonne.

"Who is Beth?" Andrea asked.

"The young waitress." Michonne tipped her head in the direction for Andrea to find the topic of conversation.
Andrea noticed the young blonde working the other tables and nodded in agreement, "She is just a kid. No decent man would consider that out loud."

Shane began to turn red from embarrassment.

"But, we are talking about a man that questions why I use a term of endearment such as Babe towards you."

Andrea winked at Michonne.

"Are you two here for pleasure or purely to cause displeasure?" Shane asked.

"Shane are you fighting something down deep inside, like lack of control. You can't stand losing control?"

"I like routine. I like the monotony of life. The big city comes crashing into small-town life, not so much."

"You are friends with him?" Andrea glanced over at Rick who was sitting next to Michonne.

"Since grade school." Rick eyed Shane. He was hoping that this wasn't going to go downhill like his gut was telling him.

"My partner over there is like a brother," Shane informed Andrea.

"Well, Babe and I over there are like sisters. I think that was what you wanted to hear. Clarification. We are not lesbians. Never have been but it is certainly not off the table, right babe?"

Andrea winked again at Michonne who wasn't amused.

"Two single female attorneys I am finding to be no fun at all, and yet they find themselves at this table with two single Deputies that wouldn't even consider dating them in a million years and do you want to know why?" Shane boldly ventured into dangerous territory with his assumptions.

"Because of crazy talk like that. Rick, there is like a brother but I promise you fucking him is never nor will it ever be on the table to be considered. I am not even asking his ass to respond. NO consideration. Hell!"

"If you are secure in your sexuality what does it matter?"

"It matters not to offer up things that aren't up for consideration." Shane quickly responded.

"I just want you to know Shane is my best friend, but he speaks for himself."

"What the fuck?" Shane was shocked when Rick spoke up, out of the blue.

"About not wanting to date either of the ladies here. The messing around with each other, yeah. NO. Not under consideration." Rick tried to clarify, but Andrea and Michonne found it humorous. The two women knew what he had meant.

"He's cute Michonne."

"He is," Michonne commented without much thought nor any additional meaning beyond just that.

Andrea aimed her interest on to the Deputy that sat next to her friend. They locked eyes for a moment and instantly he conveyed quite a bit of meaning when he cut his eye to Michonne and gazed back to his plate.

Michonne had pushed her plate to Andrea to share. She needed Andrea to stop making a moment more awkward than it needed. She had only caught Andrea's blatant flirtatious look thrown across the table at the divorced Deputy. She wasn't aware of Rick conveying his interest was sitting right next to him.

Rick took, 'He is' to heart. A green light into possibilities with Michonne.

"I'm sorry Deputy Grimes. Mabel wanted to make a fresh batch of tea for you. Fresh cut lemons too. Not too sweet just the way you like it." Beth eagerly leaned in with the full pitcher to refill his glass.

"A whole pitcher of tea for Deputy Grimes just the way he likes it or the way everyone would drink it?"

Andrea asked curious about the young girl's motives.

"Umm..." Beth was stumped.

"Just the way most men with any taste would like it." Shane offered.

"Time to go." Michonne reacted.

"Would you like a box or anything, Ma'am?" Beth asked.

"There is nothing to box," Andrea replied after eating the last four French fries and grabbing the other half of the sandwich. "I would love to have a glass of that just right sweet tea you made for Deputy Grimes. How about you, Michonne, don't you want some of that just right Tea?" Andrea mocked the young girl.

"I said I was leaving."

"Anything else for you Deputy Walsh?" Beth asked nervously, unsure of the situation and how to proceed.

"Nah."

"I will get you a glass," Beth said to Andrea before making her departure from the table taking the pitcher of tea with her.

"This will go on Walsh's tab. If he has one."

Beth looked to Walsh who was staring at the back of Andrea's head, "Sure...Um, Okay." Beth turned and left unsure of who was paying for the tea.

"An attorney that can't afford to pay for her own tea?"

Shane waited for a response to his question.

"Do you want me to choke?"

"I got your Tea, Andrea." Michonne had her wallet out.

"You don't have to leave Michonne. You just got here."

Rick turned more toward Michonne in the seat. He was surprised that she was ready to go. Rick was enjoying the fact that they were side by side. He liked being next to her.

"No. Let her go. Scram. Beat it and take Andrea with you."

Shane was more than ready for Michonne to dismiss herself and to take her friend with her. He had a story to finish. Shane also wanted to describe the difference between a pussy with a couple of miles on it versus the kind that needed an oil lube every 3k miles. He couldn't do that with Michonne and Andrea sitting there. He didn't want to confirm that he was a bonafide asshole even if it was true.

"Stop it, Shane. It's not like we get to have Michonne's company often down here in King's County. We have a lot of people that make use of her services. I am pretty sure expensive legal services under any other circumstances. Don't leave, Michonne...Do you have the same amount of clients? Did you pick up any new ones this time around?"

Rick turned his attention from Shane to Michonne. He was going to show Shane or see if Shane would get the hint by him taking charge of the conversation. He was ready to steer and find a way to keep Michonne seated next to him.

Michonne wondered where the desperation for her presence to remain seated was coming from and why.

Andrea noticed it. Shane was stupefied by it.

Michonne decided to sit back and figure out the odd situation by granting a little bit more of her time.

"I have the same clients, and I have picked up two more. I refuse to take on more." Michonne was surprised by Rick's interest.

"I guess that's a good thing you got Andrea and Sasha?"

"Definitely. Those two come just as highly recommended. Trust and believe."

"You're the designated driver again, I gathered."

"I am the driver again. We should be leaving in a few hours." Michonne looked warily from Shane to Rick. She wondered when did Rick's blue eyes become so attentive. His smile always made her smile. She began to relax against her will when staring into them.

"It seemed like you all just got here," Rick replied.

The idea of not seeing Michonne for another lengthy stint was a kick in the gut. It meant more day after day of the same routine, same ole same ole. He likes the anticipation of running into Michonne whether it be in the elevator or the courthouse hallways, not counting the seven times at Mabel's Café. This time marking the eighth time.

"We will be back again in less than a month, and then you won't see us for possibly 3 to 4 months after that. Gives you all the time down at the station to miss us." Michonne joked.

"It would take longer time than that." Shane chimed.

Michonne ignored him. "Luckily, living in Atlanta, if there were any emergencies, King's County isn't too far away."

"I have been to Atlanta only once in my whole life believe it or not." Rick was trying to find his way to keep Michonne engaged.

"Really?" Michonne was surprised anytime someone would tell her that venturing to a big city wasn't accomplished often or that it was done very seldom if at all.

"Yeah. I was 17 years old, and it was a High School State Championship game."

"Which sport?" Michonne asked.

"Baseball."

"You played?" Michonne asked.

She found it easy to imagine a younger version of Rick in a players uniform.

"Yeah."

"What position?"

"Pitcher."

"You must have had a great arm." Her imagination took her to the stands watching him throw a curveball.

"I did. Scholarship and everything. Got banged up pretty bad in an ATV accident and that ended that real quick."

"Sorry to hear that Grimes. Well, when you were in Atlanta did you get to spend any time sight-seeing?"

"Oh yeah. We went to the Georgia Aquarium and the World of Coca-Cola."

"Two trendy places. There is a host of things to do in Atlanta. You've got to let me know when you ever plan to head my way. I can show you some great things to see and do. Not all in one day of course."

Michonne realized at that moment, she had offered something generally out of her comfort zone to someone she wasn't very familiar with. Usually, she would have said I can tell you the great places to go, but this time she offered to show...

"Of course. I would like that. I would like to come up and maybe do the bike riding tour."

"Bike riding?" Shane was dumbfounded.

"Oh my God Grimes, that would be so fun. We do have to do that! I have never found anyone that has been willing to want to go with me on a biking tour."

Michonne stuck her tongue out at Andrea who had always declined the idea of bike riding around Atlanta's historic communities. Delight was in the air, and as quickly as it started, it fizzled when Beth appeared back at the table.

Glass without the pitcher of tea caught Andrea and Michonne's attention instantly.

"Where's Deputy Grimes, Pitcher of Tea?" Michonne questioned the young waitress.

"You had implied that the pitcher of Tea was just the way he liked it. Where is it?" Andrea began to show the same amount of concern. They were falling into a pattern of jibber jabber that they have mastered when they found someone annoying.

"What kind of Lawyer are you? She had made the statement. Plainly she stated a fact." Michonne challenged Andrea.

"A fact? How he wants it maybe, but how it would taste from one taste bud to the next indicates that the whole pitcher was meant for Deputy Grimes. It certainly couldn't be suitable for me if the effort were made to make it just the way Deputy Grimes liked to drink HIS tea. It would also be a waste to pour it down the sink, so it makes sense for me to know if it is palatable for me or is this some form of discrimination?"

"Preferential treatment."

"Possible." Andrea conceded to Michonne as she continued, "Since I have no idea if this glass of tea came from the same Pitcher that was presented earlier, I will take bottled water, please." Andrea surmised with a severe expression and tone, but it was apparently in jest.

"Mabel made the Tea." Shane pointed out. "If you going to give anybody a hard time give it to Mabel. Not, Beth. She is serving, she ain't in the back mixing drinks. She has a harmless crush on this old guy who just admitted he would rather date an older woman like yourself, Andrea."

Rick's eyes went wide. Rick knew he had said he would date either woman at the table but Rick preferred only one, and he had never entertained the other, ever. His mind raced. The moment was going to become awkward real quick, Rick knew for sure he was NOT going to ask Andrea out on a date. If Shane tried to bridge a dialogue that included him going out with Andrea, he was sure he was going to lose his shit.

Beth was confused and near tears because of this revelation.

"I will pay for that tea and her bottled water. Add it to my tab." Michonne grabbed her purse abruptly.

Michonne found herself annoyed. She felt challenged by the young, the cheerful, and most blonde women competition that could hook any man. She didn't consider the two men at the booth romantically, but she did like to feel desirable if not possibly the better choice overall. Somehow the young, blonde cheerful girl was always the first choice, then Andrea. Michonne was never factored into the equation somehow, and it was most perplexing.

Michonne believed that the man of her dreams would be in Atlanta anyway, somewhere in Buckhead Georgia to be exact. It was just that this waitress could have any man based on very few attributes she exhibited alone and her friend Andrea's options became less the older she became and the more successful.

Aggressive, petty Michonne needed to be reined in and the only way to get her life and maintain any semblance of dignity before she left Andrea and the rest of the occupants of the table bewildered, she needed to go pronto. PRONTO.

"If you need any more files, I can have it to you today, Michonne. I will bring it to you." Rick offered.

"I appreciate that Deputy. I will keep that in mind for next time I am in need, I can bypass Shane." Michonne looked from Shane to Andrea, "If you are coming with me Andrea I suggest you follow."

"I'm meeting with Tyrese in 5, 4, 3,2,1."

Andrea spied Tyrese taking off his apron, and he was coming from around the counter.

"Tyrese?"

"Business."

Andrea got up from the booth without another word and walked over to the tall well built black man that could have easily been a former NFL player. He was in some severe legal troubles, and Andrea was helping him sort his way out.

"I can walk you out, Michonne?" Rick offered as he watched her slide out the booth.

"Why in the hell would you do that?" Shane's mouth hung open as he waited for a response from Rick.

"Because he is a gentleman," Michonne replied back to Shane. She then spoke to Rick. "Please, don't. You haven't even touched your sandwich. Enjoy your lunch."

"Eat."

Rick didn't want to eat. He wanted to spend time with Michonne in the worst way. He wasn't sure if he had a chance and spent a great deal of time contemplating the odds of a relationship.

Michonne stood from the table smiling despite all the conflicting emotions she was feeling.

"Yes. Take a bite. I'll see you around. Have a good rest of your day."

"You too, Michonne."

Shane kept his gaze steady on the man he no longer recognized, "What in the fuck was that?"

"What?" Rick was exasperated.

"Is that who you're sweet on?" Shane finally asked Rick when Michonne was out of the Cafe.

"Yeah," Rick admitted without hesitation. He was watching the Mercedes drive off into the distance.

"Since?"

Rick shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't exactly sure when it happened, Michonne occupied his thoughts, nightly dreams. She was his most perfect ideal woman framed up in dreads, dark skin, full lips, curvy body, more sophistication than he had ever had any experience with, Rick just knew that there was a spark that was lit and he was burning for her.

"Well, I'd be damned." Shane sat back taking some fresh potato chips from his plate and into his mouth, crunching loudly.

"I messed that up, right?"

"You are kidding me, right?"

"I need to have this sandwich to go. I have officially lost my appetite." Rick moved his plate to the side.

"I watched you chat up a woman that sat right next to you without any issue, just shooting the breeze. I even watched you stare at her ass until it wasn't visible anymore. The ass was literally out of the Café and inside of the Mercedes for you to stop looking."

"I want to ask her to the Sheriff Ball." Rick made his intentions known in hopes to shut down anything that could blossom from any idea Shane would have to want to tap it first or tap it at all.

"And you want to know what is up under that skirt," Shane added for Rick.

"That too." Rick began to blush. The addition was very correct. He was waking up more mornings with an erection that were caused by unusually intense dreams he had about Michonne, a longing ache that lingered throughout the day.

"Michonne Benton?" For some reason, Shane found it very hard to believe. He too tried to imagine but had so many mental roadblocks when trying to think of Michonne in a romantic way that he quickly gave up trying to bridge that gap in his mind from familiar foe to familiar foe with benefits.

She had already got him in trouble with Sheriff Herschel on more than one occasion. Michonne wasn't his favorite person by any stretch of the word.

"You think the Ball should be the first date or I should first ask her on a regular date, before asking her to the Sheriff's Ball?"

"Well, first you got to figure out if you even got a chance to have her phone number."

"Probably should start there, huh?"

"Good place as any." Shane realized he wasn't going to finish his story about Carol and the Boa and with the look on his friends face indicated he would instead be giving out advice all day, every day.

Rick stood outside in the driveway indecisive of what to do next. He was unsure if he had time to go inside to check what may be out of place, and possibly hide some things.

He remembered throwing his black socks at the television and that may have been four days ago. Rick never picked them up. The socks remained there by the wall, he was confident of it. If Michonne sat on his couch, she would definitely see his rolled up black socks. At that moment he began to wish he had some type of superpowers like in the comic books, being in multiple places at once would come in handy right about then. At that moment he had to settle with being revealed as a slob.

The Mercedes pulled in, and he walked over to her car door and opened it for her. The door was between them and the whiff of her scent. She was surprised by his actions. Her expression was different, and she appeared softer than he ever imagined she could or should. He sensed her vulnerability and shyness. This was new.

She smiled.

He smiled.

Rick was determined to find his footing as they awkwardly tried to move from the car door so he could close it for her, but his heart was falling, and he needed her to look away to break the spell, or he would lose all self-control and scare her off for sure. It won't be the inside of his house that will frighten her off but the revelation that he was so very much falling in love with her.


"I can't believe my caller ID says I got you calling me..."

"Bigmama, I need your help."

"And you ask me for assistance to boot? Let me sit my ass down for this one...Noah...turn that shit down I got Michonne on the phone...Now go on Baby."

"I told someone I knew how to cook."

"Why the hell you do that?"

"I don't know."

"Mmph."

"It just came out."

"How does something you don't know how to do, just come out as a skill set that only you have suggested you have, Michonne?"

"I hate myself."

"No, you don't hate yourself. You are lying again. If anything, you hate that you didn't listen to me years ago. Cooking is an important skill. It is a skill that can lure a man, catch a man, and keep him."

"I really wasn't trying to lure this particular one."

"Just the other one that you swore up and down was going to be Mr. Right?" Bigmama did not like the other guy. She didn't like him at all.

"I am almost to his place, and I really am going to need your assistance."

"Well, when do you got to cook?"

"When I get through the door, I guess."

"What do you mean?"

"I am following him to his place right now."

"Mm mph. Y'all some fast ass heifers I say."

"I know him. He's not a stranger. He just changed my tire. I wanted to reciprocate. I offered to cook. Cook only, Bigmama."

"I have no idea why you offered that when you claim to not know how."

"It just came out."

"All that book reading to become a lawyer, I refuse to believe you don't have common sense."

"I need you to walk me through a straightforward recipe. I have my earpiece in Bigmama."

"Mmmph. How the hell you think you were going to get a man without the primary skill of cooking? Y'all young folks believe that it is the sex, and partly it is but let me tell you if you want to lure him and keep him you got to feed him and keep him fed and keep him full."

"I am trying to not look like a bold face liar at this point."

"But you are," Bigmama said plainly.

"Bigmama."

"You ain't got no friends that can help you perpetuate this lie?"

"They don't cook."

"Birds of a feather flock to-fucking-together. Lord help Y'all Jesus. A lot of fucking but ain't nobody cooking, but the Chinaman, Take Out."

"I am pulling up to his driveway now."

"I have always said if you know how to read and got a little bit of common sense then you should be able to cook... Being able to Read and Common Sense goes hand and hand when cooking. I really have no idea why it's so hard to follow simple instructions..."

"I need you to go slow with the most simple recipe, Bigmama," Michonne begged.

"Spaghetti," Bigmama suggested.

"You know how I feel about certain sauces."

"Michonne, you need to make up your mind right now before you get out the car if you're going to actually cook or if you are going to sleep with the man. Last time you did this shit, you were fucking when I thought I was helping you with cooking."

"MEOW." Noah made the sound of a cat and began laughing in the background.

"Oh my God."

Michonne realized that her nephew, Noah, was privy to the incident that happened months earlier when she told a guy named Mike that she would cook for him. Not realizing Bigmama had her on speaker, Mike had stopped Michonne from going into the kitchen with some intense kissing. He propped her up on the back of the couch and commenced to pulling down her panties and eating out what he called his chocolate Big Kat. Mike loved for Michonne to meow when he ate her pussy. She meowed.

"Go on somewhere, Noah." Bigmama tried to shoo her great-grandson away.

"You got me on the speaker again, Bigmama?"

"MEOW." Noah was laughing his heart out.

"Stop it, Boy," Bigmama demanded.

"This is different, Bigmama. This guy is very white." Michonne thought the reveal would get her grandmother's attention to focus.

"White!?"

"Yes, his name is Rick. He is a really nice guy. Really decent and considerate. And I am really here to just cook."

"Chile, just tell me what he got in his cupboards when you get in the kitchen. If he ain't got no dish soap, no vinegar, no hot water, no clean dishrag, a fresh sponge, baking soda some bleach, in no particular order in his kitchen, I want you to exit the house. Do not look back. You hear me?"

'Yes, Bigmama. I got my earpiece in, and I will say things out to you, and I will listen."

"I will disconnect the call if I hear any fishy business."

"MEOW!"

Michonne parked her car behind his truck. She had to calm her nerves. She found it tough to do with him standing in the driveway waiting for her. He was handsome just standing there waiting, and it was more than the suit. Michonne was beginning to realize it was the man in the lawsuit. Yes, he was wearing the fuck out of the suit, but something was off in such a disarming way.

The pounding in her chest seemed to make everything uncomfortable. She wanted desperately to take the earpiece out of her ear because her senses were heightened in such a way that it had been a long time since a man made her feel like Rick was making her feel.

Rick came to open her car door. She was surprised by that simple action, and with the car door between them, as she stood, it was enough to make her rethink what her perfect man would look like. Standing there near him, she had to remind herself to move out the way for him to close her car door. Michonne still couldn't get over how his blue eyes were intense. His breath was pleasant. Not minty, not smoky, or food of the day, not foul, just natural, excellent. He was clean shaven. His lips weren't chapped. She imagined right then under his suit lay hidden a very lean body. He was gainfully employed. Michonne found that she was checking off quite a few boxes with Deputy Grimes than she had ever done with any one man at one time.

Swoon.

This was the very man that she could so easily fall in love with-but once he realized she can't boil water...


A/N: I really can't believe I wrote these many words in one sitting. I hope you find enjoyment in this story. I will not go down the rabbit hole on this. Promise. I am trying to follow the formula. Promise.