Disclaimer: One Tree Hill, Nathan, Haley, and the rest of the characters belong to Warner Bros., The CW, Mark Schwahn, and the rest of the producers. They are not mine.

Notes: Well, this is very, very heavy on the Naley. So, please enjoy it. I really hope you like it. Thanks for reading!


Several weeks after Haley had first spoken to Nathan at the cemetery things had not changed much between them. They still saw each other at the cemetery on Sundays and he still did not join them for Sunday dinner. At the club he still didn't speak to her.

Brooke and Peyton both asked her about him. Brooke was especially curious about Nathan. Haley still couldn't help how worked up she got over the fact that he ignored her. She remembered her mother's words from years earlier. She had come home one day from school and was venting about something Nathan had done to Lucas – she couldn't even remember what it was now – and her mother had patiently listened. Lydia then suggested that perhaps Nathan had a reason for acting like this that went beyond hatred. Lydia had suggested that perhaps if Haley and Lucas got to know Nathan that they may know what exactly was the reason for his behavior.

Haley knew that Lucas had done just that. She would like the same opportunity, but it simply wasn't presenting itself. She tried to be friendly with him, but he was unresponsive to her attempts. She could see, though, that his demeanor at the club was different than his demeanor at the cemetery. At the cemetery, when they would see each other, his eyes did not hold the aloofness that they did when they worked together. Still, despite seeing Nathan seven days a week, she still had no idea who he was.

It was really beginning to bother her that she let him bother her so much. It was what she was thinking about as she walked home one night from the club. She liked walking home now that it was warmer. The air felt nice and freeing, especially after being in the club all night. The club smelled of alcohol, aftershave, and cigarettes. The fresh air was nice after that.

For the past few weeks, she had felt that someone was following her as she walked home. The first night it happened, she had looked back and was sure that she had seen someone, but they were gone. She'd looked back again, but didn't see anyone. Still, she had a feeling. She had that feeling again tonight and it was stronger than ever.

Even though she was enjoying her walk, she quickened her pace. She saw the café ahead of her and nearly jogged across the street as she approached it. She went into the café, locking the door behind her and went upstairs to her apartment. She went to her window and looked down. She was sure she saw the person this time. She decided to walk away from the window and a few seconds later, she returned to it. She watched the person walk away. She immediately could tell who it was. The newsboy style hat was an indication. If that wasn't, his limp surely gave him away.

Haley felt her anger rise. He refused to speak so much as a word to her and now he was following her? He'd been following her for nearly a month. What was he doing following her home every night?

Haley tossed and turned that night. She kept thinking about him. She was already thinking about him on her walk home. Now, knowing that he was following her, she was thinking about him even more. She couldn't help the image that would occasionally pop into her head. It was Nathan, of course, her thoughts were beginning to be consumed by him. However, she saw him as she had seen him weeks before at Peyton's. He was dirty and covered in sweat and wasn't properly dressed. She hated admitting that she found him incredibly attractive. She wasn't going to get a good night of sleep that night.


The next night, they were working on closing the club. Unexpectedly, Dan was still in his office while his employees cleaned up for the night. Haley and Chris were at the piano working on songs for the next night. She had already changed out of her gown and into her regular dress. They were in the middle of working on an arrangement for a Cole Porter song while Nathan, Julian, and some of the other staff were flipping chairs over on tables. Closing was nearly done for the night.

"We're just about done," Julian announced.

Haley went to her dressing room to gather her things and was walking out the door when Dan came out from his office.

"Aren't you people done yet?" Dan's temper could easily be felt. He was angry at something.

Nathan was just putting the last chair up, ignoring his father. It was one of the things he tried to do most when working at the club. He watched as Dan came in and out, trying to find anything that he and Lucas could use. He tried to find anything out of the ordinary. Nathan guessed that Dan's bad mood might be considered out of the ordinary and he wondered what had caused it.

Nathan was walking back to the bar when Dan's voice stopped him. It was loud, booming, "Stop limping and walk like a damn normal person, you no good-,"

"Stop!"

Everyone turned to where the voice had come from and were more than surprised to see the source.

"Stop yelling at him," Haley said, walking toward Dan, her handbag and gown under her arm. "Yell at him if he drops a glass or if he insults a customer, but don't yell at him for something that he can't help."

Haley was now standing directly in front of Dan. She suddenly realized what she had done. She had not only yelled at her boss, but she had yelled at Dan Scott. She had seen him fire employees for much less than what she had just done. She swallowed the breath she hadn't realized she was holding, but she stood her ground.

If Dan fired her, then so be it. No one seemed happy about her working there to begin with and she wouldn't stand for him picking on someone for something they couldn't help. She couldn't believe it when she heard him yelling at his own son. Haley had observed that Nathan was ashamed of the fact that he now limped. He tried to conceal it, but he wasn't successful. He didn't need his own father yelling at him for it. Now that she was thinking about it, he didn't need her coming to his defense, probably. She had a feeling that this little outburst was going to make Nathan like her less than he already did.

"Just lock up and get out of here. You all have to be here again at the same time tomorrow," Dan said. He didn't give them a second thought as he left the club.

Once Dan was gone, the rest of the club's employees turned to where Haley still stood.

"You just became my hero," Julian enthused. The rest of the reactions were quite similar. All except for one. Nathan stood silently by the door. His hat was now on his head and he was staring down at the ground. Haley looked at him solemnly as they all walked out the door, locking it behind them.

On her walk home, Haley felt guilty. She didn't regret standing up to Dan, but she didn't want to hurt Nathan. As much as he infuriated her by ignoring her, she didn't want to hurt him. He'd been hurt enough in the past two years. She had seen him trying to hide his limp and though Dan was the one who initially made it the center of attention, Haley felt like she had made the problem worse.

About a mile into her walk home, her spirits were brightened a bit because she could tell that he was following her again. She was sure it had been him all those nights in the past few weeks. She could sense it now, too.

Unlike the previous nights when she walked home, this time Dr. Durham was sitting on his front porch. He was never out there when she passed his house. Haley stopped and smiled at him.

"Evening, doctor. How are you?"

"I'm doing well, Haley James. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. What are you doing out here this late?"

"I was seeing to Mr. Crowder."

"How is he?"

"He's much better. You comin' home from work?"

"Yes, sir."

"How's that going?"

"It's fine."

"Fine, huh? Good to know things are fine."

Haley nodded and looked off in the distance.

"Say, Haley, do you know you have a shadow? They usually don't come out unless the sun us out."

Haley chuckled a little. So, the doctor had seen Nathan.

"Yes, I know. That shadow is there every night."

"Son, come out from behind that tree. You look like a creeper back there," the doctor ordered.

Haley watched as Nathan slowly came out from behind the tree. As usual, his hands were in his pockets and he was looking downward. He took a few steps forward, his feet dragging on the grass. His head lifted a bit, but he tried keeping his eyes on his own feet.

"Nathan Scott. It's good to see you, boy." The doctor leaned forward, still sitting in the chair on his porch. When Nathan didn't say anything, Dr. Durham looked him up and down. "I'm sorry to hear about your knee. You were a great player."

Haley noticed that Nathan's posture stiffened at the mention of his injury. After Dan's earlier comments and now the doctor bringing up the injury so easily, Haley really felt for Nathan. Without thinking, she walked a little closer to him. She wasn't even aware of doing it.

Dr. Durham had noticed what Haley did and looked at the two young people in front of him. "You two come have a seat with me. Come on, now." Haley took a seat on the top step of the porch, smoothing out the skirt of her dress. Reluctantly, Nathan sat two steps beneath her. He stared at the wooden step.

"You know, my son played ball," the doctor told them.

Nathan finally looked up at the older man. "I didn't know you had a son, Whitey. I mean Dr. Durham. I'm sorry," he mumbled. Calling the old man 'Whitey' was something that he had learned from his father. He was now realizing that it was disrespectful rather than a term of endearment.

"You go ahead and call me Whitey if you like. You're the only one in your family to ever apologize for it. That's progress.

"I did have a son. Steven. He played with your father, actually."

"What happened to him, doctor?" Haley also wasn't aware that the doctor had a son. She had known his wife. Camilla Durham had passed away when Haley was eight years-old, but Haley had remembered her being a very nice woman.

"He played third base and was darn good at it. I get the feeling that you don't like your daddy very much, so I'm going to be completely honest. Danny didn't like my boy. He and a few of the other boys from the team used to gang up on Steve."

"What did they do?" Nathan had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew what his father was capable of. His fists clenched in his lap and his hands began shaking a little.

Haley noticed Nathan's hands shaking and could tell that he was agitated. She wondered if she should reach out to him, but she didn't.

"Whatever it is that happened, and we could never prove that your father was involved, Steven's hand was ruined. The bones in it were shattered. Steven, well, he didn't take it well. He let his injury and the fact that he couldn't play anymore rule his life. It ended it."

"I'm so sorry, Dr. Durham," Haley felt so bad for the man.

Nathan was reminded of his own injury. He was reminded of how he had acted just after it happened. He could have easily been Steven Durham. He could very easily not be sitting here right now. Unlike Steven Durham, he had a mission. He was going to make his father pay. Nathan just didn't know what he was going to do after that. Realizing that losing the game had killed Steven Durham, Nathan began to worry if that could happen to him.

"I'm sure my dad did it," Nathan muttered.

"Do me a favor, Nathan. Steven lost baseball and it killed him. Your father couldn't play anymore and he got even worse than he was before. Don't let that happen to you. There's more to life out there then baseball. There are people in the world who love you and don't want to see you go down that path. Don't do it."

Nathan was worried. He didn't want to be Dan and now, hearing the doctor's story, he didn't want to be Steven either.

"You don't have to say anything," the doctor told him. "Just try, son. Try to find something that makes you happy."

"He'll find it," Haley said. She didn't know where it came from, but she felt it. She didn't want him to lose even more. She looked at him and she felt that he really had lost a lot in the past two years. She had watched him play baseball when they were in high school. As much as she didn't like him then, she could clearly see how much he loved the game. He lit up when he played the game. She knew that she wanted him to find something that made him happy. She would hate to see him end up like Dan or Steven.

The doctor looked again at the two of them. Haley was looking at Nathan with sympathy. Nathan was now looking up a little more instead of keeping his eyes trained on the ground. "Well, it's getting late. I'm headed to bed. Nathan, be a gentleman and walk this young lady home." Without waiting for the two to reply, Dr. Durham got up from his chair and walked inside his house.

She knew he had been following her, so she knew that he would probably do it again. Still, she told him, "You don't have to walk me home."

He looked at her. For the first time since he'd been called from out behind the tree, he looked at her. He was beginning to realize just how much he wanted to be around her. He wanted to keep her safe. "It's fine."

She nodded and began walking, knowing that she wasn't going to get anymore out of him.

They walked together in silence, but what Nathan found strange was that it wasn't awkward. His hands, no longer clenched and shaking, were back in his pockets. Every few feet, he would take a quick look at her.

Haley found that she liked this more than him following her. While he was following her, she had felt safe. She thought that was ironic, since most people who had someone following them would probably feel threatened. At the very least, they would feel uncomfortable. Walking with him was much nicer, even though they weren't talking.

She felt that if they were walking together, if he was willing to walk her home rather than following her home then maybe he wasn't upset about what happened earlier. She found herself feeling slightly disappointed when they reached the door of the café. She bit her lip, looking at him. She decided to take a chance.

"Thank you for walking me home, Nathan. Tomorrow night, instead of following me home, you can walk me home if you'd like. We don't have to talk. I'll see you tomorrow, Nathan. Sleep well." She smiled and opened the door, walking in and leaving him on the sidewalk in front of the café.

Nathan watched her through the glass doors. The lights in the café were out, but he could see her form moving around. He continued watching until she disappeared upstairs, then walked across the street. He watched again until he saw her safely upstairs in her room before he went home.


Haley held onto Lily's hand as the girl skipped along the sidewalk. It was a game the girl played in which she tried to avoid stepping on any of the cracks in the ground. Haley was patient as they walked. She loved time with Lily. For Lily, everything was simple and hopeful.

Lily stopped skipping when she saw a shadow in front of her. She stopped to look up and see who was there. She didn't recognize him and she looked to Haley.

"Nathan. Hello," she smiled at him, hoping that they had made some progress last night.

Nathan saw Lily looking a little nervous and he tried to smile at the young girl. He noticed her cling to Haley.

"Good morning," Nathan softly said.

"We were just taking Lily to her friend Sally's for the day. Lily, this is Nathan," Haley knew that the two hadn't met yet. "He's your cousin and he's Lucas's brother."

Lily tugged on Haley's arm, clearly shy around this new person. Haley knelt in front of Lily, who whispered something in her ear. Haley smiled and whispered something back in Lily's ear. As Nathan was planning on bidding them goodbye and going on his way, Lily did something completely unexpected. She went to Nathan and tugged on his arm. Not knowing what else to do, Nathan knelt as he'd seen Haley do. It was then that Lily leaned in and wrapped her small arms around Nathan's neck. Before Nathan could react, Lily stepped away and went back to Haley.

"We have to be going. I'll see you this evening, Nathan." Haley nodded before taking Lily's hand and leaving Nathan on the sidewalk, unsure of what had just happened.


Nathan sighed as he poured another drink. Haley was on her fourth song of the night and once again, he found himself looking at her as often as he could. Earlier, he had seen her outside of the club. It kept happening. Even if it was only from afar, like what sometimes happened at the cemetery, he would see her. He was realizing that it was impossible to avoid her. He was even more sure of it after what happened the night before with Whitey. Nathan had noticed the old man looking at him and Haley like he knew something. Nathan wasn't sure what to make of that look.

Nathan was even more surprised to find that walking Haley home instead of following her had been nice. He liked her company. That wasn't a surprise. He knew if he let himself that he would really enjoy being around Haley. What surprised Nathan was that he wasn't tense around her. He'd worked so much at staying away from her that he would have thought that he wouldn't have been able to relax around her. Instead, he felt at ease. He felt comfortable and he felt safe. It was ridiculous, feeling safe because of a petite woman who was nearly a foot shorter than he.

"Well, well, so this is what's happened to the great Nathan Scott."

Nathan had his back to the bar as he replaced some of the glasses that had been used. He stiffened. He knew that voice. He turned around and stood with his back straight.

"What can I get for you, Damien?"

"Beer." Damien looked Nathan up and down and smirked. "I thought you were supposed to be some great ball player. Now what? You're a bartender?"

"Things change," Nathan said, setting Damien's beer on the bar. "I'll start a tab for you."

"Hey, Nate, is that that Haley girl up there? I remember her from school. Boy, I'll tell you, she was a piece then and she's a piece now. And she's working in a place like this? She might just be easier than I thought."

Nathan's blood began to boil as Damien continued speaking. He tried to keep his hands from shaking and tried to keep his temper under control.

"She's certainly filled out. I'd love to see what she looks like out of that dress, if you know what I mean." Damien winked at Nathan then resumed watching Haley on stage. Nathan was grateful that his former friend stopped talking. Right now, Nathan was having a hard time remembering why he was ever friends with Damien. Nathan hated, with everything in him, hearing Damien talk about Haley like that.

As Nathan worked, Damien would try to speak to him. Nathan would nod or he would give brief responses, but he really didn't want to talk to Damien. He wanted to get as far away from Damien as possible, but right now that just wasn't possible.

Nathan got even more tense when Haley took her break and began walking through the club. He knew that meant she would be coming by the bar. He would hand her her cider – he had taken over the task of doing that from Julian – and she would be faced with Damien. Nathan tried to prepare himself and keep himself calm. He looked at Cooper, who was at the end of the bar laughing with someone else.

"Nathan Scott. You haven't been by the house to see me yet." Nathan cringed. For a different reason than Damien gave him, he had to control his temper. The new Mrs. Scott – Rachel – was standing in front of him. Her gown was so low cut that she was practically spilling out of it. "Don't you want to get to know your new brother?"

"I've been busy," he said, doing little to hide his anger. This woman was living in his mother's house with Dan and their child and they were acting like nothing was wrong with that.

"You know, I always thought you were cute back in school. You would never give me the time of day. I suppose I just wasn't charming enough. I take it my husband is in his office?"

Nathan didn't answer and let her find out on her own. He was seething now. First Damien spoke about Haley in such a crude, disrespectful way and now he had to deal with Rachel. He couldn't wait for this night to be over. He reached for a glass and poured the cider into it when he saw Haley approaching. Before he could hand it to her, though, Damien realized she was there.

"Haley James," he drawled.

Nathan noticed that Haley seemed to recoil when she saw Damien. He knew she was smart. He'd always known that about her. As soon as he saw her reaction, he saw her try to hide it. She did a better job of it than he did.

"Damien West. How have you been?"

"Oh, I've been good, Haley. I've been good." Damien was leering. He was looking her up and down. "As for you, the world has been very, very good to you, Miss James." Damien licked his lips and took another drink from his beer.

Nathan watched the exchange happening between the two of them. He could clearly see that Haley was uncomfortable. He didn't realize that Cooper and Julian were also watching, ready to act in case Damien got out of line.

"Haley, what time do you finish here? What do you say to maybe spending the rest of the night with me?"

Haley's eyes got bigger, but she tried to control her expression. "I don't think so, Damien. Thank you for the offer."

"Oh, come on. I'll show you a great time. I promise it'll be like nothing you've ever done before. Or maybe something you have," he smirked. "No, this would definitely be something new." He reached for her, the palm of his hand landing on her backside.

Haley quickly jerked away and covered herself with her arms. Before she could say anything, though, Damien was grabbed by the neck and she heard his head slam into the bar with a loud thud. The thud was so loud that the music stopped playing and everyone in the club turned their heads toward the commotion.

"The lady said no. Listen to her, West," Nathan seethed, his face inches from where he held Damien's against the cool surface of the bar. His grip on Damien's neck was tight, causing Damien to cough. "Are we clear?" Damien didn't answer and Nathan tightened his hold. "Do you understand?"

Damien was about to open his mouth to respond when a voice interrupted them.

"Nathan, take your hands off of that customer," Dan ordered. "What's going on?"

Reluctantly, Nathan let go of Damien. Damien stood, but kept one hand on the bar for balance. He loosened the tie around his neck.

"What happened?" Dan inched closer to the bar.

Nathan and Haley kept each other's gaze, neither daring to speak. Her lips were slightly parted, but he could swear he saw gratitude in her expression.

"He grabbed her," Julian explained. "He grabbed Haley and Nathan pulled him off."

"Mr. West, we have a strict policy in this establishment that the customers are to enjoy the entertainment but from afar. I suggest you leave for the night and if I have to tell you one more time, you will not be welcome here. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Damien replied, his voice hoarse. "You always did come to her defense, Nathan. Things haven't changed."

Neither Nathan nor Haley looked at Damien again as he left. They kept looking at each other as Dan addressed the customers.

"Everyone, please continue to enjoy your evening. Miss Haley James will be back on stage after a much deserved break." Dan left them to return to the office, leaving his wife staring at Nathan and Haley. Rachel seemed unaware of the blue-eyed man who was watching her from across the room.

As the customers returned to their evening as though nothing happened, Haley went closer to the bar. She had backed away when she felt Damien's hands on her. She set her hand on the bar. She set it on the same spot where Nathan had held Damien's head. Her hand was inches from where Nathan's was.

"Thank you, Nathan."

He could see her gratitude in her eyes and he couldn't bring himself to look away. He also couldn't bring himself to respond the way he would have ordinarily. "You're welcome, Haley. I'll get your drink." Not remembering that he had already poured her one, he poured another and handed it to her.

"I'll see you later tonight, Nathan," Haley said, her voice was very quiet, trying not to be noticed by the others around them in the crowded club.

They were both relieved when the rest of the evening carried on without incidence. Dan and Rachel had left hours earlier and now Julian, Haley, and Nathan were the only ones left. They stood outside the club by the door while Julian locked it up behind him.

Unbeknownst to Nathan and Haley, Julian heard Haley tell Nathan that she would see him later that night. Julian wasn't one to pry and he wasn't one to gossip. He knew Haley and he trusted her, so he bid the two a goodnight and went on his way.

They didn't say anything as they walked toward the café. Haley held her hands clasped behind her back and Nathan kept his in his pockets. They'd walked two blocks and Haley was thinking about how ridiculous this was. She didn't want to push Nathan, but they had been working together for weeks. She wanted to get him to start talking. For reasons she couldn't explain, she felt like she needed to get him talking.

"Thank you again, Nathan. What Damien did back there… I know he's a friend of yours."

"He's not. I'm sorry." He kept his voice low. It was almost as if he was afraid of speaking at a normal volume.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Nathan knew he was going to have to have some sort of conversation with her. Now that he was walking her home, she wasn't going to let him do so silently. Being honest with himself, he knew that he didn't really want to stay silent. He wanted to talk to her and know her and that was getting harder and harder to fight.

"For what he did to you. I'm sorry that it happened."

"Nathan, you don't have to apologize for that. You didn't do anything wrong. You helped me." They took a few more steps and Haley felt better knowing he had willingly spoken to her and wasn't trying to shut her out. "I didn't realize that you two weren't friends anymore."

Nathan shrugged. This was okay. They weren't talking about anything serious. It was casual. "Well, we haven't spoken since right before school ended."

"I'm sorry. It's hard losing friends."

"I don't think I really lost anything. He's not exactly the nicest guy. I mean, I'm not either. But I don't feel like I lost anything."

"Why would you say that?"

"What?"

"That you aren't nice? Don't say that. You're nice, Nathan. You're being nice to me. You're nice to Lucas. Lucas believes in you. Peyton thinks you're nice. If I can be frank, if anyone would have reason to doubt you, I think it would be Peyton."

"I wasn't nice to her."

"No, you weren't. People change, though. Don't say that you're not a nice person, Nathan."

"You don't know me." His tone wasn't harsh. He was just being honest.

Not for lack of trying, Haley thought. "No, but I think I'm a decent judge of character. Your brother and Peyton gave you a second shot. Why shouldn't I?"

"I've been rude to you. Since we came back to Tree Hill."

"So, you noticed," she tried to joke. "I don't know why you were. You don't have to tell me. You've been through a lot and I understand that. Besides, people who aren't nice don't walk girls home every night. Well, follow is more accurate," she smiled.

"I didn't realize you knew that it was me," he was almost ashamed of it.

"Why did you do it?"

"I just… it's late and it's dark. I didn't think you should be walking home alone. What if something happened? I know Lucas wouldn't like it."

"Lucas doesn't like a lot of things," she said, almost bitterly. "I walked home for months all by myself. I'm a big girl who can take care of herself."

"I'm sure you're very capable. I didn't mean anything by it."

"It's fine, Nathan. And thank you for following me home." Again, they were silent for a bit. "I knew it was you when I saw you from my window one night. You were walking in the other direction. I could tell it was you."

Nathan felt a little uncomfortable. Obviously, the reason she could tell that it was him was because of his limp. He didn't say anything else and soon they were getting closer to the café.

"Can I… Can I ask you something?" Nathan looked at her as they kept walking.

"Of course."

"What did Lily say to you today? Before she hugged me," he clarified. He'd been thinking about it off and on throughout the day. It was strange. No one had just hugged him out of the blue before and certainly not a small child.

"Oh. Well, she said that she thought you looked sad. She's amazingly perceptive."

Nathan took a chance. "Do you think I look sad?"

"I think that you've been through a lot," Haley chose her words carefully. "I think that when someone goes through so much that they have every right to look sad on occasion."

"You don't look sad." He was, in a way, acknowledging everything she had been through.

"Don't I?"

"Not that I've noticed."

"We all have days when we're sad, Nathan." Haley could see the café coming into view and she knew their time together would be coming to an end. There were days when she was sad. Those days, she felt like the weight of everything would come crashing down on her. She wondered if that was how Nathan felt on the days when he was sad.

"Can I ask you something?" Haley didn't wait for him to say yes. "Damien said that you always came to my defense. What did he mean?"

Nathan felt a wall go back up. Without him really noticing, Haley was doing a good job of slowly chipping away at those walls. He wished Damien hadn't said that. He was trying to figure out what to say to her. He didn't want to explain himself.

"It's okay, Nathan. You don't have to answer that."

He believed her. She really wasn't going to ask him for information that he didn't want to give. He liked spending time with her. During their walk home, he felt better then he'd felt in a long time. She was just as calming and comforting as he remembered.

She was also beautiful. She was easily the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Those big brown eyes were so caring and he was sure he'd never thought brown was beautiful until he saw her eyes and her hair. He liked walking her home instead of following her home, but he realized that he still had to be careful around her.

They reached her door, just as they had the night before. "Thank you again, Nathan. For walking me home and for helping with Damien. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"You're welcome, Haley. I'll see you tomorrow." Nathan didn't smile often. He couldn't recall the last time he smiled with genuine happiness. He smiled at Haley, though. He smiled as he watched her walk inside the café. When he crossed the street, he turned to look at her window. When she was upstairs, she waved at him from that window. Again, Nathan smiled.


Note: Thank you for reading and for reviewing! I love reading your reviews. We writers feed on those. I'm going to try to start writing a little quicker. I'd like to really get moving with this story. Also, I had an idea for another one that I'm excited about, but I don't like writing two stories at once. It never works well for me. Anyway, thanks again!