She opend the door in a longsleeved maroon shirt, grey pants
she was wearing her hair down and a nervous smile on her face
"hey, come in"
she stepped aside allowing him to enter her apartment he glanced around her apartment,
there were a few pieces of art on the walls, a fluffy white carpet.
He saw the origami rose placed on the ashtray, he once made her, displayed on the coffee table.
"You kept it"
she followed his glance She looked away from his intense gaze "I told you I'm a packrat.
coffee"
"Sure"
he followed her into the kichen she poured him his coffee. black,
she found herself quite happy over the fact that she knew something so trivial about him,
the way he drank his coffee She handed him his mug "thanks"
"yeah"
She looked down and alked back into the livingroom "so how've you been"
"I'm good. you mentioned that you wanted to talk"
she sat down on the couch and motioned for him to sit beside her "Yeah..um..I..uhh"
he saw her fidgeting with her hands and reached out to intertwine her fingers with his own "Sara. relax. you can tell me anything you know that right"
she closed her eyes at his touch. he watched her nod "yeah , I know it's just hard"
"what is it about"
she inhaled and exhaled with her eyes closed he rubbed her knuckles with his thumb to encourage her "you.. and me"
"okay"
"I..uh..I need to know.. what do you want from me"
she glanced down at their hands entangled in eachother "from this. I just..I mean what are we doing"
"what do you mean"
"me and you. this...what"
he knew only one thing to say and he blurted it out before he could chicken out "i'm inlove with you but if you don't feel the same"
he waited for her to say something, anything but she remained silent "that's okay"
he released her hand, mistaking her silence for something it wasn't,
but missing it's warmth she reached out her hand and took hold of his again "It's not that, I just I don't know how to do this where to go from here I want this, you and me, to work.
It used to be easy"
"what do you mean"
"people are always after only three things drugs, sex, political connections.
I give them what they want and than they bolt I gave you what you asked me for and your still here and I don't know what I'm supposed to do"
"I'm scared too, Sara"
"The Great Michael Scofield is scared huh"
"Yes I am,
we've been through a lot, Hell, we brought down a nationwide conspiracy but I really don't know all that much about you, I mean I know the big stuff but I don't even know what your favorite food is"
She looked down but he reached out and tilted her chin so they were eye to eye "But I do know that when you get nervous you fidget your hands I know that your eyes never lie I know not to buy you flowers because they don't last I know your laugh is the best sound in the world"
She looked down and blushed. he cupped her cheek and she looked up and into his eyes he leaned forward and their lips collided with eachother
she stepped aside allowing him to enter her apartment he glanced around her apartment,
there were a few pieces of art on the walls, a fluffy white carpet.
He saw the origami rose placed on the ashtray, he once made her, displayed on the coffee table.
"You kept it"
she followed his glance She looked away from his intense gaze "I told you I'm a packrat.
coffee"
"Sure"
he followed her into the kichen she poured him his coffee. black,
she found herself quite happy over the fact that she knew something so trivial about him,
the way he drank his coffee She handed him his mug "thanks"
"yeah"
She looked down and alked back into the livingroom "so how've you been"
"I'm good. you mentioned that you wanted to talk"
she sat down on the couch and motioned for him to sit beside her "Yeah..um..I..uhh"
he saw her fidgeting with her hands and reached out to intertwine her fingers with his own "Sara. relax. you can tell me anything you know that right"
she closed her eyes at his touch. he watched her nod "yeah , I know it's just hard"
"what is it about"
she inhaled and exhaled with her eyes closed he rubbed her knuckles with his thumb to encourage her "you.. and me"
"okay"
"I..uh..I need to know.. what do you want from me"
she glanced down at their hands entangled in eachother "from this. I just..I mean what are we doing"
"what do you mean"
"me and you. this...what"
he knew only one thing to say and he blurted it out before he could chicken out "i'm inlove with you but if you don't feel the same"
he waited for her to say something, anything but she remained silent "that's okay"
he released her hand, mistaking her silence for something it wasn't,
but missing it's warmth she reached out her hand and took hold of his again "It's not that, I just I don't know how to do this where to go from here I want this, you and me, to work.
It used to be easy"
"what do you mean"
"people are always after only three things drugs, sex, political connections.
I give them what they want and than they bolt I gave you what you asked me for and your still here and I don't know what I'm supposed to do"
"I'm scared too, Sara"
"The Great Michael Scofield is scared huh"
"Yes I am,
we've been through a lot, Hell, we brought down a nationwide conspiracy but I really don't know all that much about you, I mean I know the big stuff but I don't even know what your favorite food is"
She looked down but he reached out and tilted her chin so they were eye to eye "But I do know that when you get nervous you fidget your hands I know that your eyes never lie I know not to buy you flowers because they don't last I know your laugh is the best sound in the world"
She looked down and blushed. he cupped her cheek and she looked up and into his eyes he leaned forward and their lips collided with eachother
