Yay I actually updated this. You guys should be proud of me. Really. You should be. I could never do a full on story because of my terrible updating habits. (mostly because I have no habits regarding updating whatsoever)

**I suppose there's minor spoilers for 3x17 in this one**

Soooo, this one's different. I'll leave it at that. ;)


I walked out of the drycleaners with my 2500$ red Burberry trench coat wrapped safety away in a few layers of plastic. Not that it would really do any good. It was a complete waste of fabric now. It had been somewhat salvageable when a vanilla latte had been spilt on the collar last week in a meeting, but after the asshole that ran this joint got his grimy paws on it, the affected area had turned a lighter pinkish color. Clearly visible even to a blind man. I was sure to personally let the man know exactly where and how to replace my precious piece of merchandise he had completely ruined. Of course the weasel defended himself by going on about how the store wasn't responsible and was not legally able to reimburse any customers for clothing – or some gibber jabber like that. I was furious. I ought to march right back in there and demand….

The display in the street stopped me dead in my tracks. Partly because it stuck out like a sore thumb, but mainly because it was so, intense. Right by the sidewalk there was a black van parked with both of its back doors propped wide open, but because of my angle I couldn't quite see what was inside. Standing, staring into the back of the van were a man and a woman holding hands for dear life.

I watched as the tall man with gorgeous dark brown hair dropped what looked like a handful of multi-colored string or rope to the pavement in amazement. The woman that was damn lucky to be holding his hand was beautiful too. Maybe she was his girlfriend, they looked fabulous together. Her wavy brown hair reached past her shoulders and the navy blue trench coat she was wearing was practically built for her body. The craziest part however, was that these two people both looked shocked and extremely overwhelmed.

A few short moments after the cords or ropes or whatever fell to the ground, I could vaguely hear the woman say something before they both desperately threw their arms around one another and held on tight. They looked like they didn't want to let go, as if they were so happy to be right there in the other's arms. Oh yes, I thought, defiantly together as I heard gasps of undeniable laughter.

Still rooted to the spot, I continued to watch the display before me – why was beyond me. I had much more time efficient things to be doing other than watch some dopey in love young couple laugh in the street. But still I stood determined to watch. Really I ought to be ashamed for standing watching like this.

The man in the blue coat, rubbed his hands over his face in relief and proceeded to do a small double fist pump, while screaming 'YES!' at the van. What in the world?... This was not normal. The man then fiercely pointed at the back of the van as if he had just beaten it in a game scrabble. The young woman began to laugh at his ridiculousness and in all honesty who wouldn't? The strangest part was that they looked so relieved and so happy, and so in love; absolutely enthralled to be standing there in each other's presence. But from where I was, I couldn't see a ring on –

A sudden call from further down the street snapped me out of my ridiculous staring, "Mrs. Wilson!" Flustered, I looked over and saw Drew, the young driver that our family had hired standing next to an open door to the black car. Finally he had gotten here. I took one last look over at the couple with a slight pang of jealousy as I walked over to the black car and slipped into the open door.

"Try Ms. Rolland, Drew. I need you to take me straight over to Alfred's work – I'm serving him these divorce papers right away."

Without any hesitation the young man shut the door behind me, raced around to the driver's side, got in and pulled out onto 11th, leaving all that I had witnessed far behind.


I told you it would be different. Now as I'm typing in my comments at the bottom here, I'm a little scared... what did you think of it? Go ahead and behonest. Or just let me know how your day went... either works!

Thanks for reading guys it makes my day, truly! :)