See you again
A/N hello
Talking with Charles is much easier than Moira thought. He's funny, and seems to thinks she's funny as well; he laughs his head off about some of the things she says. And vice versa.
A lot of other, prettier women try to grab Charles' attention( well, Moira thinks, he's easily the most good looking guy in the place) but every time Charles ignores them, turning back to Moira and making a joke. Moira can't help but feel a little smug.
And so here she is, in a pub at 11 o clock at night, slightly drunk and giggling with Charles about some story she just told him about the way Simon used to eat his cornflakes. The barman smiles kindly at them, but tells them nonetheless that he's closing the pub in ten minutes, so they'd better get a move on.
Charles nods, although he's not exactly taking in his words. He looks up when Moira( who is less drunk than he is, but not by much) takes his arm, and gestures towards the door. He follows her.
Outside, it's dark and cold. The streetlights turn the puddles constantly at the side of English roads orange, and cars drive past fast, spraying the pair. It's a big change from the pub, and suddenly Moira feels quite alone.
She turns to Charles, who has the same slightly sad look on his face as she does.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Charles asks hopefully, sobering up slightly. Moira likes the way the grin reaches right to his eyes, lighting them up like someone has flicked a switch. It's cute. There's something about him which she just gets, not like with Simon, where practically everything was a challenge, now that she looks back at it. Talking with Charles just feels right.
He's not aware of much at the moment whilst he waits for Moira to answer, Charles thinks. He's a little too drunk for that, and every splash of water from the puddles blown up by the cars is a surprise. But what he is aware of is his desperation for her to say 'Yes'. He likes her, really likes her, and he suddenly gets what his school friend Adam said about finding the right person. Suddenly, it just pits like a jigsaw puzzle, and you want to show them everything special to your life, your favourite film, where you go when you're sad, because you just feel like they will understand. He hopes Moira likes (insert film) and quiet ponds in the middle of nowhere.
Moira blushes, about the ask the question herself.
"Yes, of course." No, wait, did that sound to eager? Moira sighs in relief as Charles grins broadly.
"Great!" He exclaims, a little too loudly, and they both laugh. Quieter, he goes, "Can I have your number?"
Moira nods, and pulls her phone out her pocket,as does Charles. They swap, and type in the numbers. Moira is annoyed to see that Charles has a much better phone than her, even though she's never cared before, and her annoyance rises when she can't work out how to work Charles' fancy phone. He notices this, and laughs, and types her number into his phone with her reciting it for him."Great." Charles repeats. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?" He smiles, and Moira does too.
"Yes." She blushes, and turns to walk away.
Just before she can though, Charles quickly kisses her cheek. She blushes, and Charles walks off, walking backwards and waving. Moira waves back.