The New York Detective That Complicated My Life
Why, why am I going out with him tonight? Whatever I said yes for, must not have consulted with my brain, because Now I'm doing something I don't want to do. Wait, what am I even going to be wearing? Ohh great, so many decisions.
Walking over to my closet, I put on my favorite pair of blue jeans with a simple white top and my brown leather jacket. I grab my shoes when as I'm walking and trying to put them on at the same time and I trip and on my face. Seriously, what the hell is with me and tripping near or talking to a detective?
"Everything ok in their Annabel?" Flack asks, I can tell he's on the edge of laughter. I walk over to the bedroom door, and open it, brushing my hair out of my face.
"I'm good." I look in Flack's direction and he's leaning against my kitchen counter. With his sunglasses still on, he looks at me. He quickly gives me a once over before walking away from the counter and towards me.
"You look great. You ready to go?" He asks me as he finally takes off his sunglasses.
"Thanks, and yeah I'm ready." I say the first part somewhat nervously. Wow, your nervous after a 'you look great'? What the hell Annabel?
"Then let's go. I know this bar and grill down the street that's wonderful and it's a nice night so I figured we could walk there." He opens my door for me and I walk out. He follows me and closes the door. I then lock the door.
"Wait, I thought you said to not walk around New York City at night?" I ask him as we walk down the two sets of stairs and then walk outside and onto the sidewalk.
"I did, but I said not to do it alone. Besides, no one's going to do anything to you while I'm here." He gives me a 'dont mess with it' look. Flack puts his hand on my lower back, but drops it quickly afterwards. The rest of the walk down the street is in silence. Minutes later, we come up on Dusty's Bar and Grill. I walk to open the door to the bar and grill but again Flack opens the door for me. Shaking my head, I enter the building and this time, Flack isn't hesitant to rest his hand on my lower back and lead me towards a table. As he's leading me towards a table, I feel alot of the men at the bar, just watching me carefully as if Flack might disappear at any moment and the other men might have a chance with me. I have a feeling he senses this because he drops his hand on my back and slides his arm along my shoulders, and brings me up against him.
"I saw the way you freaked out over the looks, this is for that." He whispers in my ear, his lips practically brushing against my ear. Ok, that's incredibly sweet, and slightly awkward. He continues to lead me towards a table that's slightly way from the center of the room. We reach the table and he slides a chair out for me to sit down, in which I do. He pushes the chair before leaning down to whisper in my ear again.
"Just relax." He picks up his head and goes to sit down across from me at the table. Even though we're away from the main part of the place, there are still one or two men staring at me.
"So Annabel..." Flack brings me out of wherever my mind was heading.
"Yeah?"
"What's your story? Who is Annabel Stevens?" He asks. Is this is somewhat subtle way of asking more about me.
"Well as you already know, I grew up in Oklahoma. Lived on a farm for my entire life growing up until I moved into the more populated area when I was 19. Went to college for Photography."
"What about your parents?" He asks as if he has pure intrest in knowing.
"My parents..." I laugh slightly "My father was a preacher at a local church, still is til this day. He's hardcore Catholic, which believe me was very awkward in high school when I started dating."
"Your kidding right?" He asks in shock.
"Nope."
"Man, I wouldn't want to be a guy you knew in highschool."
"No kidding, I had brought a guy home after a date and my dad was telling him and me how 'we were going to go to hell. My mom though, was much more laid back. Was the type of women who would buy boxes of hair dye when she started going gray hated to admit, she was getting older. Now though, she's 57 and is enjoying being her age." I stop when the waitress brings us each a drink, but we didn't order. She then quickly walks away to tend to another table.
"Any brothers or sisters?"
"No, but I think of my Cousin Tony as my brother because we practically grew up together. He lives in Boston now and let's just say he Didn't want me moving out here."
"Understandable. I have a little sister Sam, and if we didn't live here already. I wouldn't want her moving here either." Flack smiles as he takes a drink. "Speaking which, why did you move to New york in the first place? He asks. I take a sip of the drink the waitress brought me before answering.
"New york city's the place for dreams and I wanted to be a photographer. The thing is, it's not working out. I haven't found any photography jobs or any other jobs for that matter. My money's going fast and I have none coming in. In a few months if I don't get money coming in, which I don't want to have to go home with nothing left." I look down at the table.
"I'm sure you'll find something. After all, New York is where dreams come true." He gives me a smile. I go to smile back when My eye catches a man at the bar that's been watching us since we stepped in. He just stares at me and it has me worrying what he's thinking about.
Flack notices I'm not looking at him anymore so he turns around slightly to look at man. He just shakes his head as puts some money on the table.
"Annabel, wait by the entrance for me. I'll be right there."
"Wait by the entrance? Why?"
"Just go I'll be right behind you." I stand up from my chair and slowly start walking towards the entrance. Once I am out of view from the table, I turn around and look at the bar, having a feeling Flack is going to do something about it. Sure enough he's going to because he get's up from his seat and walk towards the man, but right before he reaches him he 'accidently' trips, falling into the man and causing him to spill his drink.
"Sorry about that man..." Flack apologises, but by the look on the man's face he knows this was a setup. I can bsrely hear this but I hear Flack say to the man "Next time, try not to stare at her and fucking creeping her out ok?" He gives the man a pat before turning towards the entrance, this is when I continue walking towards the entrance And I make in just enough time as he's turning the corner I was at when I hit the entrance.
I walk out of the bar and grill and hit the streets of new york with him literally at my side. We silently start walking down the street and I speak up after a minute or so.
"You didn't have to do that it there. It's not even my fault there looking at me." Flack gives me a sideways glance.
"No it's definetly not your fault." With that, we continue walking until we hit outside my place. He turns towards me.
"Annabel, you know how you were saying you couldn't find a job?"
"Yeah."
"Well I may have something for you." Say what? He's kidding right?
"Are you serious Flack?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking about it and I remember that my friend whose in real estate needs a person with a photography background to photograph the houses he own and pictures of the inside so he can sell the houses online." Oh my god, he's not kidding. "I'll call him and give him your number."
"Oh my god, thank you." Without thinking, I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him. He's startled at first, but it doesn't take him long to return it.
"No problem Annabel." I pull away and I very suddenly, I kiss Flack. Holy shit what am I doing. I pull away as quickly as I went in. When I look at Flack he's still in shock slightly.
"Annabel what was..." before he answers, I walk inside to my building. And as I'm climbing the flights of stairs, I hear him calling after me, but I ignore him calling me.