Blake's POV
It was her. There was no mistaking it. She'd just waltzed into the club, her and a white haired woman. I hadn't believed it when we'd first noticed each other. There are plenty of blondes in the world and without a good look there would be no telling. Surely, she'd ignore me either way.
Then I'd had to make my way over to the bar because some drunk moron had caused a ruckus, and she'd been staring at me again.
There was nothing invasive about the look she was giving me, maybe curiosity at best after my little tussle. Also some amusement. All this wrapped up in a beautiful lavender gaze. That color I still thought about when the world faded too much, when my thoughts became too much to be alone with.
I'd had the urge, as we talked, to say thank you. She'd never understand what that moment had meant, what seeing that warmth and compassion in her eyes had done to chase away the dark. Giving me her jacket, offering to buy me food. That stuff didn't happen in the real world. People didn't just do things out of the kindness of their hearts for some random stranger they found dazed and alone on the sidewalk. But it had all been there, in the safety her jacket provided.
Breakfast, she'd offered. My first instinct had been to decline. Nothing good could come of this. The shining badge she'd had on her flashed in my mind. A cop would only complicate things. No one should get tangled up in my messes anyway.
But... I... I wanted to. I wanted this. I needed to say thank you. And I would. At breakfast. I had to.
The thought of finally saying those words loomed over me and twisted my stomach as I entered the diner she had mentioned. I was tired, and I thought there was no possible way she'd actually be here at three in the morning after no doubt working a long shift.
I almost hoped she wasn't.
But, there she was. Her wild mane of sunshine hair so easy to spot as she sat at a booth, sipping on a mug of what was most likely coffee.
I could leave.
I should leave.
It's what I was good at after all.
Then amethyst eyes spotted me, and I momentarily lost the urge to flee. I had to make a move now. Had to brace myself. Gathering all the bravery I possessed I walked over and sat across from her in the booth. The waitress approached us before I had a chance to say anything. I didn't order any food, just tea. I wasn't planning on staying long anyways. I was tired, and I had plans for tomorrow. Plans that involved that the cop sitting in front of me wouldn't approve of.
Yang seemed content for how early it was. It was passed three in the morning. There was no way she wasn't exhausted. Yet, as she sipped on her drink, she showed no obvious signs on fatigue. I still couldn't believe she was actually here.
"So," she began. "How long have you been working at Junior's?"
It was a warm up question, something to break the silence around us, trivial in a way. Yet, she looked at me like she really wanted to know the answer. "Long enough."
I couldn't help but internally wince at how short my answer had been. The blonde seemed not to notice however, or chose not to take offense. Her lips twitched. "Did you move here recently?"
"No."
I should have left earlier. I was just making this awkward and worse than it had to be. Why had I even agreed in the first place? I wanted to say it. Those two words. I had to. Just say it, damn it!
"I'm only asking because I've been to a couple of bars in the area and I've never seen you before," she continued, still keeping that casual, friendly tone. "You're a good bouncer, the managers would hire you in a heartbeat."
I didn't say anything. Small talk, this was called small talk. Wow, how long had it been since I'd been subjected to that? Ilia certainly wasn't one to waste time on it. Oh, Ilia was not going to like this.
"Do you like running?"
I tensed at the question, hand going to the opposite forearm under the table. "Running?" I asked, sharper than I intended to.
If Yang noticed the reaction she didn't mention it. I was starting to realize she didn't tend to give much away. Those eyes of hers though, they had gotten a little softer around the edges. "Jogging. Hiking. Something of the sort?"
Oh. "Um. Yeah," I managed to say. I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I guess I do."
This got a smile out of my companion. It was a great smile, sincere and warm, so happy despite the little reply I'd given her. "I hike on the weekends and run at the park on my days off. Takes my mind off things."
I hummed, thinking about what I liked to do. I didn't really do much outside of the mission I had set for myself. It was the main thought in my mind every day. But sometimes... "I like to draw," I said after a moment, wanting to keep this momentum.
Lilac eyes seemed to shine at this piece of information I'd willingly given up. "Oh? You draw?"
I nodded, hiding behind my mug. "Yeah. It, uh, helps me clear my mind." I found myself smiling back before shaking myself out it. "Thank you for the breakfast but I think I should go."
Yang's face showed confusion and concern. "You haven't even ordered food yet. You're not hungry?"
I shook my head. "I'm actually really tired. I came because-"
And just like that, I seemed to swallow the words I'd been wanting to say this entire time. Yang leaned forward, head tilting curiously, waiting for me to speak. I closed and opened my mouth again but nothing came out. Why couldn't I say it?
"I...I just..." I shook my head, sighing. "I should go."
"Wait." I turn. "There's this spot I know. There's street performers and food trucks and...would you want to go with me."
I should have been suspicious. Why did this practical stranger want to meet with me again. There was no way she remembered me. There was no way she could understand how significant that moment had been, at least for me. I didn't even understand it. This shouldn't have mattered.
I shake my head. "It's not a good idea."
"Please."
Say no, idiot. I definitely should. I should leave now, never see her again. She'll forget about me unless I either get arrested or wind up in the morgue. I open my mouth to say 'I can't' that she doesn't want to get to know me. There's no way this will end well if we keep meeting. Then, I make the mistake of really taking in her expression. There's an openness there, and it takes my brain a moment to register that she's reached across the distance between us and taken my hand. It's a soft, warm grip.
I think back to that jacket hanging on my desk chair. I think back to that comforting smile. And I don't end up saying any of that.
"Where do you want to meet?"
She smiles so wide one corner of her mouth reveals a dimple. "Corner of Fleck and Towne. Sunday, about four?"
I nod. "Okay."
I never stood a chance, really.
Winter's POV
Gunshot wound to the head, signs of torture, and a red rose. Ozpin had ruled it a mob hit and had told all of us to wrap it up, move on to the next case. These orders never sat well with me. Especially now, given that it didn't feel like this was like the others. I couldn't pinpoint the differences but, call it a hunch, there was something here that we weren't seeing yet. This man in particular wasn't like the others. We had to have missed something.
Former mob member. Okay. So that could give us the motive. No one truly left the mob. He had been out of town for five years, two of which he served in the penitentiary. This would obviously leave three years unaccounted for.
I sat the file down and glanced over to my former partner's desk. Yang had always been a hard worker, always ready to help in any way she could, get the job done. However, when I looked over I saw her smiling to herself, quite cheesily I might add.
I rolled my eyes. Clearly her mind was elsewhere.
"Ugh, you are disgusting," I said, throwing a pencil in her direction. The eraser end got caught in her hair and she jerked in surprise.
She sat up in her chair. "Huh? Why?" she asked looking around her desk, carefully untangling the utensil from her uncontrollable mane. "I wasn't even doing anything!"
"You were thinking. And I bet you twenty Lien I can guess exactly what you're thinking about." I grinned and so did she, though it transformed back into that goofy grin rather easily. "It's so sweet it borders on nauseating."
"Aw, you're happy for me."
I said a brow. "When I talk, do you hear it or is it just like a big roar in your ears," I said gesturing with my hands.
Yang laughed. "I'm just fluent in Schnee."
I hummed and shook my head. "I'm going to see if Weiss has anything else for us. Try to do some actual work while I'm gone."
The blonde chuckled to herself, flicking the pencil back onto my desk as I turned to leave. I have to admit, I hadn't expected anything to come of that woman at the club. I figured the bouncer wouldn't have taken Yang's offer seriously, or that she wouldn't have gotten a second date out of it. Yang had a habit of...drawing people to her though. It wasn't that she necessarily tried to but she'd always had this charm and light about her. It was rare to see Yang putting herself out there.
Stepping out of the elevator, I turned my attention back to the case at hand. I entered the morgue to see Weiss working on another body. Female. Late eighties. Died in her home of natural causes. Or so Weiss would tell us once she finished. I allowed myself a small, fond smile. My sister always had a pension for details.
I sat down in one of the chairs we kept up against the wall, allowing my spine a chance to relax from it's stiff posture. My sibling on the other hand seemed to only grow more tense as she noticed my presence. I sighed. She always tried so hard. With practiced movements she took off her gloves and washed her hands before handing me the report I'd called about earlier.
"Do you have anything different from your original findings?" I asked.
"I took the liberty to cross reference the victims modus operandi with previous cases and found this."
Ah, there it is. "Mercury Black. They related?"
"Not generically," my sister responded. "The last name is a coincidence, what they do share is how they were killed."
"Torture and gunshot wound to the head," I said as I briefly skimmed through the file. "This might get Oz to give us more time on the case."
She nodded before wringing her hands together nervously. "I went to see her yesterday. It was one of her good days."
I hummed at her statement, not allowing my thoughts to stray from the information in front of me. "I'll have Yang help me look over these. Nice work, Weiss."
My sister seemed crestfallen, not replying to the praise, mouth forming a thin line as she walked over to the sink and put her gloves back on to work on the body again. She said no more on the subject.
It was probably better that way.
Yang's POV
Bumblebee, my bike, was nothing fancy, just a project Raven and I had worked on together a couple years back. I'd expressed an interest in building myself one and the next time I'd seen Raven she'd surprised me with a frame. Sometimes she still tried too hard, but the end result had been great. Riding that bike often gave me a bit of a thrill, not to mention parking was so much easier than when I had to drive the truck around.
The feeling I got as I got off Bee and started toward our meeting spot was similar to the first time I'd revved up my bike and sped off. That swooping feeling, that anticipation. I couldn't figure out why I felt so weird about it. Something about Blake, something about the way she smirked, the look in those golden eyes... Golden eyes that I knew I'd seen before. And today I'd be meeting up with her for the second time.
If she showed up, that is.
She'd seemed so hesitant to agree last time. Thankfully she had, though I'd done my best not to push too hard. If she really didn't want to meet with me that was fine. I wondered if I should have made that clear last time. It probably couldn't have hurt. What if she only agreed because she felt obligated? Shit, Xiao Long, really?
I glanced down at my phone, making sure I had the right time. I really should have gotten her number. But maybe that would be pushing too hard. When I looked up, however, I spotted those familiar long tresses of black walking over, hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. Yeah, I guess it was starting to get chilly out.
"Think I wouldn't come?" she asked once she got close enough, her lips pulled up in the corner to give me that smirk.
"Crossed my mind."
She hummed in response, digging her hands deeper into those pockets. "So what are we doing here?" She shifted from foot to foot carefully.
I gave her my most sincere smile, hoping to put her at ease, to erase any hesitation. "You'll see."
I gestured for her to follow me into the night market chaos. Vendors with different foods, drinks, and other goods advertised and offered samples. The smell of burgers and other specialties wafted from each truck. Blake took a couple samples, making faces depending on the taste. I laughed in response, buying the things she seemed to like.
Afterwards I led her to a row of food trucks. I asked if there was anything she wanted but when she shrugged I took a leap of faith and ordered us both some jackfruit tacos and some soda. As we walked, we talked and I told her about my job, about my family. Mostly about my little sister, admittedly, about some of the stunts we'd pulled as kids. Hearing her laugh at them was... something else, and that feeling in my stomach came back full force. It hadn't even been a big laugh, just this little giggle which she attempted to cover with her hand. It only made me smile wider.
Next came the musicians a block over. I carefully observed my companion as we stopped and listened. Even with the look on her face, her body language spoke volumes. She was still shifting from foot to foot, like she was ready to sprint any moment. Her arms were kept close to her body. Even when I caught her smiling at the performers or vendors, something seemed to drain any of that light from her.
I glanced down at my watch, having noticed it was going to be completely dark soon. Daylight Savings was always such a pain. I didn't want this to end though.
"I should go," Blake said after a moment. "Thank you for bringing me here but I think we shouldn't see each other anymore."
I frowned. Had I done something wrong? "Did you not have fun?" I asked in genuine concern. "I know I kind of sprung this on you. I just really wanted a chance to get to know you."
If I had to describe the look on Blake's face I'd have to go with baffled. Her brows were pulled toward the center and her amber eyes kept looking at me, studying me like she'd never seen something so strange. Then, that was gone, and replaced with resignation. "Trust me. You don't want to know someone like me."
"Won't know that unless you give me a chance," I tried.
"You're very sweet Yang and I want to," she stopped. "I want to..." Yet again, like before she trailed off and shook her head. She was apparently just going to leave until I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"I cook!"
Blake stops and turns to look at me, surprised and confused by my outburst. "What?"
"What I mean is, if you'd be interested, I could cook..." I replied. "For you! If - if you want. Just...give me a chance, please."
"Yang-"
"They say third time's the charm," I added half heartedly. "But, if you really don't want to that's fine too. I just... I don't know. I'd like to at least be friends, I guess."
She sighed and walking back up to me, and just like that, her grin is also back. "You any good?"
"Fantastic."
I watched as Blake bit her lip before nodding. "Alright. Next week? Say seven?"
"Yeah. That, that sounds good. Great, even." While I'm pretty sure I'm making a complete fool of myself, barely being able to produce sentences, Blake grants me one more of her small smiles before turning to leave.
"There's a small park near here. We can meet there if you'd like," she explains, looking over her shoulder.
I smile wider if that's possible and nod. "Okay then."
And just like that she leaves, and I somehow feel like I'm in for a world of trouble.
Ilia's POV
Things were changing. I could feel it. Bad part was I couldn't figure out if it was a bad thing yet, or not. Blake still seemed set on her mission, our mission, but there was something... different. Not worse or better just... different about her.
Like now, everything seemed normal. She was doing pull ups on the bar, going to about her chin before letting herself go back down and starting over.
This place I'd rented us was pretty decent. Three bedrooms, a bath, kitchen, living room, and a small garage that we'd turned into a bit of a gym. Best part was the owners would be traveling for a while. Actually that was the reason I'd chosen this place. No credit score needed, our names didn't have to go on the lease or bills. It would be hard for anyone to track us this way.
Blake dropped down from the bar with ease, grabbing the towel she'd set on the handle. That's when I heard it again. The humming. The soft melody, that strangely sweet tune. Thinking about the cause made my stomach twist in knots. That cop was dangerous, but it was that cop that had stayed on my friend's mind for the last five years, sketches of those eyes filling up a couple pages in her sketchbook.
There had been a definite shift in her after that initial run in. It hadn't made anything easier, but something about that encounter had really sparked something in Blake.
"Hey," I called when she same out of the shower, drying her hair. "Mind telling me what's going on?"
She blinked and sat in front of me. "Nothing."
"Where are you going?"
"Why do you want to know?" the brunette shot back defensively, that fight or flight instinct of hers flaring up. She winced after a moment and muttered an apology. I would have to be careful or I'd get nowhere with her.
"Blake, I just want you to be careful," I began gently. "I'm just worried."
"Why?"
"This person you're seeing. They're a cop. What if she recognizes you? What if she figures out what we're doing?" Getting attached to someone outside was already dangerous. Getting attached to a cop, with what we were trying to do? We might as well turn ourselves in right now.
She shook her head. "She won't. I'm not...the same as before." Not broken, she meant. Not drugged, she implied. Not numb, she omitted.
I pressed forward. "Cops aren't stupid."
"I want to... thank her. I want... I want to see her," Blake answered. Even she seemed unsure of what was driving this. All I knew was that this was the first time in a long while that Blake had ever wanted something, went after it.
I thought back to the humming, and that gleam in her eyes. As much as I worried, I also just wanted her to be happy. She deserved that more than anything, to figure herself out again. I'd met her when his claws were still so deep in her. The thought of freedom, of a life without him had seemed absurd, unreachable, to her at the time. Those sketches she kept hidden in her dresser drawer were a testament to that.
"I liked to read, you know? Books of far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells... I'd love to be able to be lost in those stories again," she'd told me, voice near a whisper, too scared that he'd hear her though he'd left hours ago. "I do it every chance I get. Adam hates it. Says that it's a waste of time for me. That I should focus on being better."
"What is it about reading that you like?"
"I don't have to be here." She breathed deeply. "I'm somewhere else. Alone. No one can find me there."
"You ever thought about leaving?"
"I'd never make it. He'll never let me go. He'll always find me."
We hadn't seen him since the night of our escape, but we both knew she was right. Adam wouldn't stop until he found her.
Ruby's POV
I waved at Shay and Vernal as Penny and I walked into the shop. "Hey, Aunt Raven!" I called, trying to peer around and over the cars parked in the garage despite my shorter stature.
A grunt was the only answer I received, sounding about two vehicles over. I looked down to see the woman I was looking for - or rather her legs - sticking out from under the car. I peeked underneath and almost immediately caught red eyes peering back at me. She raised one brow before going back to working on the brakes.
When I brought myself back upright I saw Penny already at the compute, running analysis on the system. She did that everytime, fixing and updating because she enjoyed it. Vernal ruffled my hair as she walked by to check on the red head.
"What brings you by this time, kid," my aunt asked as she rolled out from underneath her work.
"Had the day off, thought I'd visit?"
Shay chuckled behind me. "She's here for the stir-fry," he said with a smirk. "I know Vernal told you Boss made some."
"Snitch," Vernal hissed back.
Raven actually chuckled, tapping Penny on the shoulder once before heading over to the shed that doubled as a break room. It was an odd relationship her and Penny had. The ebony haired woman had never been a warm person, as Yang had once said, but she seemed to have this soft spot for my roommate and I. Yang and Raven could still be a little awkward around each other, but Raven was trying. Which was nice.
Out came the plates and I loaded up mine with plenty of food. Penny played with her share a bit before digging in. She generally wasn't a huge fan of spicy food but she also wouldn't say no to some of Raven's cooking.
"Yang's seeing someone," I said once the red eyed woman sat down. She merely hummed in response as she ate her share. "She's keeping real quiet on the details."
"That's good."
I sighed. The older woman could be very non-committal sometimes. "You should ask her about it."
"Yang will tell me when she wants to," Raven replied matter-of-factly. "Now that I fed you, I'd like some help."
I grinned, liking the idea of putting my engineering skills to good use, and nodded. I did always like working on projects.
Blake's POV
I shifted on the bench as I waited for Yang to arrive. This was crazy, unacceptable, dangerous. Ilia had been right about that, at least. I certainly couldn't blame her for being wary. So many things could go wrong. Whether Yang found out the truth or Adam ended up finding me... Everything would go up in smoke. Nothing good could possibly -
Then there she was, smile already on her face as she walked toward me. She offered a little wave upon approach, dressed in a brown leather jacket, white top, and orange beanie. Her strides were confident, her hands, self assured.
"You look like you're going to Atlas," she commented with a smirk.
I looked down at what I was wearing. Long white coat, black long sleeved shirt, jeans, black boots, grey scarf, and black beanie. Guessed she was right. "It's cold," I muttered, digging my hands into my pockets.
"Let's get going then. I left dinner on the stove."
It was a relatively short walk to her apartment on the second floor of a renovated building, just four blocks away from the park. I took off my coat and hung it next to Yang's on the rack, kicking off my boots once I felt the warmth of the heater. I paused and took a moment to look around. It was a pretty ordinary place. Couch, TV, picture frames. Nothing about it made it seem like she was a cop. There was even a guitar sitting on a stand in the corner.
"I thought about making pork chops and rice," the blonde began, setting the table. "But went with fried tuna and rice instead. Hope you like it."
I hummed appreciatively in response. It had been so long since I had a fresh cooked meal. Ilia was a decent cook but she hardly ever had time to make anything with our jobs. The ones that paid rent and the ones that weakened the White Fang. The blonde brought out a bottle of wine and a couple of beers for me to choose from.
We talked a little while we ate. Well, rather she talked and I listened. We'd started off with the small talk. She'd asked how was work, I said fine. I returned the question and she proceeded to tell me a story. Not that I minded. I enjoyed hearing her talk.
God, that tuna was amazing. She hadn't been kidding. The woman could cook.
I helped Yang clear the table, though she'd protested. I'd wanted to though. She'd already done so much... more than I'm sure she even realized.
There was a little smile on her face as we moved to the living room, drinks in hand, TV playing in the background. I even managed to work in a few little anecdotes about places I'd been outside of Vale. Most of them hadn't been good memories, but I wanted to contribute something, even if it was small in comparison to all the stories she'd told me.
"You've actually been to Mistral?"
I nodded, running my finger around the rim of my third glass of wine. "Yes."
"I've heard it's beautiful there." There was such genuine fascination in her gaze, an eagerness to know more. It was a little overwhelming. It was incredibly endearing.
"Along one of the coasts, there's a village built right into the cliffside overlooking the ocean," I told her, thinking back to one moment I'd found myself looking out from the balcony of one of those houses. Waves churning below as the sun cast gorgeous oranges across the water. "The sun..." I met Yang's eyes. "It's perfect."
Lavender orbs glittered. "They sound like it. I'd like to see them one day. There's a lot of places I'd like to see one day," she chuckled. "If I can ever bring myself to take some time off."
I smiled, an actual smile. I felt warm. I felt... something. I suppose it could have had something to do with how close Yang and I were sitting. The way she was looking at me, or perhaps something different that I didn't realize at the time. There was suddenly this quiet that had settled between us, both of us just kind of staring.
My eyes flicked down to her lips and back up. The glint in those eyes told me she'd noticed, yet she waited. Then, pulling on every ounce of courage I had, liquid or otherwise, I leaned forward.
I hesitated briefly, the voice inside me reminding me that this was a bad idea. That it would never work out. That someone so full of life like her could never want someone as poisonous as me.
I felt something against my cheek and realized one of Yang's hands had come up to bring me back down. The color lilac asked 'are you alright.' She seemed concerned.
I closed the gap.
It started out soft, sweet. Then memories from before brought themselves to the surface. I pushed forward, and it turned more eager...more something. Yang's hands stayed on my hips as I tangled mine in those untamable golden curls. She squeezed her hands gently. I pulled away, out of breath, nodding so that she'd let this continue.
Suddenly we weren't on the couch anymore. She'd picked me up with the utmost care. I couldn't help but laugh as she led us back to her room and setting me down with the utmost care, never letting her mouth leave mine. She was gentle. I grew impatient.
I tugged at her shirt, and she allowed me to remove it. Her hands were at my hips again, one slowly moving to do the same. I snatched it, pulling away slightly.
"No. Not the shirt," I said, slightly out of breath. I didn't want her to see. Couldn't let her see. It would ruin this. I knew it would.
"I'm sorry," Yang answered apologetically, rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand with her thumb. "Whatever you're comfortable with."
I nodded and she began to kiss me again. I tugged at her pants and she chuckled before tossing them aside while I did the same with mine. It wasn't until she leaned forward again that I realized how out of my element I was. She must have noticed because she pulled back to study me.
"You've never done this with a woman, have you?" the blonde asked.
I bit my lip. Actually I had never done it with anyone. He had never...well...been able to. Rather than say all that I shook my head, grabbing onto her when she tried pulling away any further.
"No, I want to." I kissed her again, biting her lip. "I want to."
Yang looked at me, really looked at me, before nodding. "Tell me if I do something that upsets you."
She looked serious. I nodded. "Okay."
It was intoxicating. It was also so very exhausting. Through it all, Yang let me choose the pace, even as her hold remained as a caress. When it was all over, she pulled herself up to lay next to me, arm lazily draped over my stomach. Her hair was in knots, her lips were bruised, cheeks flushed. She looked like an absolute mess. That smile told me she was too content to care though.
We looked at each other, and I watched as she studied me studying her. Then, with a soft, little laugh, she pressed one last kiss to my lips. I felt warm. So warm in fact, that once she settled down, I drifted off.
It was panic that woke me an hour or two later. I shouldn't have done that. That hadn't been... I shouldn't feel so comfortable here. That sense of vulnerability, I couldn't have that. Shit. Belladonna, why were you such a screw up!
Slowly I slipped out of bed, Yang's grasp loose enough to escape from easily. Nothing constricting. Not like...
No. Leave. Now.
Finding my clothes was rather simple. I stopped on my way out the bedroom door. This wasn't fair... not to Yang. I shouldn't have done this in the first place.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Stupid.
Those thoughts only got louder as I scribbled my number down on a napkin before making my exit.
Yang's POV
I shifted in bed, trying to stay asleep for a little bit longer. I was so tired. Though there was a good reason for that. I moved my arm only to come across empty sheets. My eyes opened slowly and when my suspicions were confirmed, I sighed. I wasn't exactly surprised. Blake tended to be...skittish, for lack of a better word.
Last night had been... amazing. I'd only been with a couple women myself, I wasn't one to sleep around anyhow. Blake was different than both of them. I couldn't even explain what drew me to her so much.
With a yawn I stretched my body and got around. Once out of the shower, I noticed the napkin sitting on my nightstand. On it was a number and Blake's name scrawled in something resembling cursive. I couldn't help but smile. At least I had a way to contact her now... and she actually wanted to see me to contact her.
I sent her a quick little text with my name so she'd know it was me. I was about halfway through my cereal when I got a reply.
'Hey. Sorry I had to leave. Roommate left her keys inside.'
I hummed thoughtfully. So she had a roommate. 'Did you make it home alright?'
The next reply came as I was walking into precinct. 'Yeah.' I sighed. Once I was seated my phone vibrated again and I looked down at it. 'I'm off next Saturday.'
I smiled. 'So am I. You want to go out for a movie?'
'Sure. Meet you at the park.'
I couldn't suppress my grin. I felt almost giddy. A little nervous. Slightly anxious. Definitely happy though.
A/N: So here's Ch. 2! Please thank my amazing co-author BG-13. She's the best. Enjoy!
