"Lizzie!" Romano shouted as the cool Chicago air stung his face. "Please
wait!"
Elizabeth turned around and waited for Robert to catch up.
"What is it Robert?" She asked, though she wasn't particularly interested. She was still angry at the man. Extremely angry.
It was now or never. "Can I talk to you please?"
"Sure, go ahead." She said.
He assessed the situation: Obviously, still angry. He sighed. "Not here. Can't we go get a cup of coffee or something?"
She didn't respond.
"Lizzie?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Robert, I was waiting for your sarcastic remark, I was sure there was one to follow."
She began to walk away, but he caught her by the arm.
"Lizzie. Please."
She turned to face him, and though she wanted to continue walking, there was something in his eyes, a difference, that made her stay.
"Fine."
They walked in silence to Doc Magoo's and slid into a booth.
"Two coffees please" Romano asked of the waitress.
The coffee was brought, and the two doctors nursed the coffee for some time.
"So..." Romano started, in that odd way of people who don't really know what to say.
"Well, you brought me here, so talk." Her patience was still thin.
He didn't know how to start. How COULD he start? He was about to do the one thing that he had never done. He was about to let someone in. He was going to let someone into the heart that he had spent so much time carefully protecting. And he was not the normal fearless Romano. No, he was entirely fearful. He was scared out of his wits. He knew that Elizabeth couldn't possibly feel for him what he felt for her. But still, after her tirade this evening he knew he had nothing to lose by telling her. But, what would he tell her? Would he tell her everything? Would he tell her the truth that he'd known in his heart for such a very long time? Or would he tell her the basics? He simply didn't know. The only thing he knew was that he had to say SOMETHING, because Elizabeth Corday was at her wit's end, and she was ready to leave the restaurant.
"Well...." He tried to speak, but he just couldn't get the words out. They simply weren't forming in his mind, and he was having a helluva time trying to get them to even make sense.
"Robert." She said sternly, "Spit it out."
"Ha," he laughed uncomfortably, "that is a lot easier said than done."
"Apparently." She recognized as she sipped her coffee.
Again silence settled over the table. How could he do this? How could he tell her what he desperately wanted... no, NEEDED to say? He told himself over and over again in his mind that he could, that everything would be all right... but somewhere inside him, he was afraid. Afraid that she would see him as... as... something. He didn't know what, but he didn't think it would be good. How could he tell a beautiful woman like this the truth? The truth about his love, about his passion, about his lust.... About his dark past? Why he is Rocket Romano... would she understand? Would she even care to listen?
Elizabeth sat anything but patiently waiting for Romano to continue.
"Look Robert, you brought me here because you have something to say... so why don't you say it, I'm really not in the mood for silly games."
"Well... Elizabeth...."
Will Romano tell Elizabeth the depths of his soul??? Will she even care?? What is Romano's "dark past"? Why is he the way that he is??? Will we find out? But more importantly... will Elizabeth find out??
And... are these even posting? Because on my computer they're not.... Hmmmm *ponders*....
Let me know please, if I should continue this story...
And if you're going to be extremely angry if I create a part of Romano's past that didn't necessarily actually happen to the character....
But, most of all... let me know if I should keep writing....
Please. ~Natalie~
Elizabeth turned around and waited for Robert to catch up.
"What is it Robert?" She asked, though she wasn't particularly interested. She was still angry at the man. Extremely angry.
It was now or never. "Can I talk to you please?"
"Sure, go ahead." She said.
He assessed the situation: Obviously, still angry. He sighed. "Not here. Can't we go get a cup of coffee or something?"
She didn't respond.
"Lizzie?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Robert, I was waiting for your sarcastic remark, I was sure there was one to follow."
She began to walk away, but he caught her by the arm.
"Lizzie. Please."
She turned to face him, and though she wanted to continue walking, there was something in his eyes, a difference, that made her stay.
"Fine."
They walked in silence to Doc Magoo's and slid into a booth.
"Two coffees please" Romano asked of the waitress.
The coffee was brought, and the two doctors nursed the coffee for some time.
"So..." Romano started, in that odd way of people who don't really know what to say.
"Well, you brought me here, so talk." Her patience was still thin.
He didn't know how to start. How COULD he start? He was about to do the one thing that he had never done. He was about to let someone in. He was going to let someone into the heart that he had spent so much time carefully protecting. And he was not the normal fearless Romano. No, he was entirely fearful. He was scared out of his wits. He knew that Elizabeth couldn't possibly feel for him what he felt for her. But still, after her tirade this evening he knew he had nothing to lose by telling her. But, what would he tell her? Would he tell her everything? Would he tell her the truth that he'd known in his heart for such a very long time? Or would he tell her the basics? He simply didn't know. The only thing he knew was that he had to say SOMETHING, because Elizabeth Corday was at her wit's end, and she was ready to leave the restaurant.
"Well...." He tried to speak, but he just couldn't get the words out. They simply weren't forming in his mind, and he was having a helluva time trying to get them to even make sense.
"Robert." She said sternly, "Spit it out."
"Ha," he laughed uncomfortably, "that is a lot easier said than done."
"Apparently." She recognized as she sipped her coffee.
Again silence settled over the table. How could he do this? How could he tell her what he desperately wanted... no, NEEDED to say? He told himself over and over again in his mind that he could, that everything would be all right... but somewhere inside him, he was afraid. Afraid that she would see him as... as... something. He didn't know what, but he didn't think it would be good. How could he tell a beautiful woman like this the truth? The truth about his love, about his passion, about his lust.... About his dark past? Why he is Rocket Romano... would she understand? Would she even care to listen?
Elizabeth sat anything but patiently waiting for Romano to continue.
"Look Robert, you brought me here because you have something to say... so why don't you say it, I'm really not in the mood for silly games."
"Well... Elizabeth...."
Will Romano tell Elizabeth the depths of his soul??? Will she even care?? What is Romano's "dark past"? Why is he the way that he is??? Will we find out? But more importantly... will Elizabeth find out??
And... are these even posting? Because on my computer they're not.... Hmmmm *ponders*....
Let me know please, if I should continue this story...
And if you're going to be extremely angry if I create a part of Romano's past that didn't necessarily actually happen to the character....
But, most of all... let me know if I should keep writing....
Please. ~Natalie~