Moran's POV
I'm shocked as she comes to sit opposite me. I'm trying not to show it, but I'm panicking crazily inside. Please don't let her see it.
Why didn't I notice? It was so obvious. She's a pathologist with a cat, that should have been enough to go by. And her name is Molly. It should have taken me three seconds to work out. I just didn't expect her to be so undeniably cute. Wait, where did that come from. I don't find her cute...well...maybe a little. But that's not the point, she's that Molly. Jim'll kill me if he finds out. Holy crap. Jim'll actually kill me. He wouldn't even hesitate, he'd just wrap his hands around my neck and not let go until well after my last breath has left me. What am I gonna do?
I look over at Molly, her cheeks are flushed and she's fiddling with her purse. She has no idea...none at all. I've got to find a way to get out of this without hurting her feelings.
"I-I'm sorry about running off like that, I didn't mean to, I just kinda freaked out. I'm sorry if I seem really rude and all b-but it was a spur of the moment thing and I wasn't thinking straight and-"
"It's ok. I freaked out a bit before I came in here. I've never done anything like this before." I cut her off. I can't listen to the sound of her voice, she sounds so genuine, it's been a while since I've been around normal people. I notice that my gaze has been lowered for a while. I look up at her, she looks stunning. I forgot how nice it was to be normal, and even though Jim will kill me, I'd like to stay here a little longer. If I'm gonna die soon, I might as well enjoy what little life I have left.
"I did this a few times with Celia. I-It's different doing it on my own." I can see her sadden instantly and I don't like it. I want to see her smile. It's so strange, I'm so unused to this. I never used to care about people...well at least not since long ago.
"Yeah, but it's ok. We're friends now...aren't we?" I never really thought about where our relationship was. We just talked, and I enjoyed it. I used to smile whenever she e-mailed me. Most mornings I'd wake up and there'd be a message waiting for me, it was a great start to the day. But when there wasn't, I instantly felt a lonely emptiness. What is this? I've never felt like this before.
She smiles at me warmly and blushes ever so slightly, "I guess so...um...I mean...If you want to be then..." Uh oh. I've made things awkward.
Thank God for Kenny. He swoops in before the awkward silence seeps in. "Can I take your orders?" He smiles at Molly before winking at me. "You know this is the first time he's had a girl here. You must be special. I hit on him for two weeks and I don't think he even noticed." I groan as Kenny talks to Molly with that cheeky grin of his.
"I noticed, I just wasn't interested." I lower my gaze and look at my hands. Since when have I been nervous...or embarassed? That's a new thing completely.
"Sure you weren't, at any rate, you're still my best tipper. Anyway, can I take your order Miss?" Molly is suppressing a giggle, I can tell. But she blushes slightly when Kenny addresses her, I don't think I've ever seen anything so cute. Stop falling for her Moran, you'll only end up hurting yourself, and Molly.
Darn it.
Molly's POV
The night goes along fairly well. It was awkward at first, but it got better as the night went on. Kenny's running commentary of the night was truly superb, he seems like a nice guy. But he's not like Seb. I did a double-take when I first saw him, he's really handsome. Slightly shaggy, blonde hair and a sharp face. Not to mention a dazzling smile. He seemed a bit frosty at first, but I swear my heart stopped when he smiled at me. This is just so strange. I've never felt anything like this before. Seb insisted on paying, despite my arguments. It was sweet, but he never even let me contribute to the tip. He said that if a beautiful woman like me ever became Kenny's best tipper he'd never have any hopes of regaining the title, regardless of how much he tipped. Of course I blushed and tried to stutter out a witty response...it failed miserably, I ended up just making weird sounds and giggling uncontrollably for a while. He probably thinks I'm a freak.
"Hey, can I drive you home?" Seb asks.
"Yeah, sure." I breathe in the cool night air and look up at the sky. The stars are truly shining. It may be London and the smog may usually cloud the sky, but not tonight. Tonight it's beautiful.
"You ok with motorbikes?" He asks as he gestures to the motorbike in front of us. Well this is new.
"Um...I don't know, I've never really been on one before."
"You don't have to. I can call you a cab." He seems a bit embarrassed and awkward as he scratches the back of his head and shuffles his feet about a bit. But he's still smiling at me.
"No, it's ok. I've always wanted to go on one." He practically beams at me and I find myself smiling back. I'm nervous and a bit terrified that I might die, but I still find myself climbing on behind him.
"I always carry a spare helmet, so here you go," he watches me as I place it on my head. It feels weird but I'm good with it, "You're gonna need to hold on tight, ok?"
"Uh..yeah. Sure thing." I reply as he puts on his helmet and revs the bike. I try not to focus on how close we're going to be...and how oddly ecstatic that makes me feel.
