She stood by the CID balcony doors, watching the world through the gritty, grimy glass.
He sniffed quietly as he approached, so as not to startle her. "Penny for 'em."
She shook her head, smiled broadly at him, searched his face through mysterious, dark eyes, then looked back out at the grim weather and the dusky street. "Do you ever feel like you've done all this before?"
"Every day. Copper's lot."
"Yeah," she said, clicking her front teeth together softly. "That could be it."
In the distant sky a plane flew overhead, lights flashing into the night. The sound of a siren reached them from the yard, then stopped. A pigeon landed on the balcony rail - she was sure it was the same one as yesterday.
She pressed her fingertips to the glass, and her breath turned a patch of it foggy. He drew a smiley face in the condensation, and gave it an evil frown and goatee.
"Tell you what," he said. "There's a new bar opened on Jamaica Lane. DJ plays eighties trash. Want to check it out after?"
She turned to him. "Are you asking me out on a date, Terry?"
"What do you think?" he said lightly. "Just thought it'd be soming different."
Another new bar opening. Another DJ playing eighties trash. Another night of half drunk half flirtation to 'Tainted Love' with a man who was really more like a brother to her.
"I'll have a think about it," she said.
"Good," said Terry, and went back to his desk.
