Part Two of the NYH short story series.
|It's late, again. Sarah knows that this is probably a stupid idea, but she can't help it. Even the idea of Calaveras has her captivated. The thought of meeting him again makes her shiver in excitement, even though she's bundled up for the weather. It was raining most of the day. The streets are empty, save for a rather grumpy looking old man on the other side of the road, waiting for the late bus to show up. He's more focused on his book than anything else.
Sarah doesn't know if that's a good thing or not.
She's not sure if any of this is a good thing.
But, if nothing else, the young woman is determined. Sarah pulls the coat tighter around herself - only to jump, startled, when a hand rests lightly on her shoulder. the squeal of the bus pulling up covers her yelp.
Sarah spins around, hands snapping out to shove at her could-be attacker. They're easily caught by white gloved hands. The face of her supposed assailant is hidden by a mask. A white bird mask to be exact, the sort that curves into a beak and keeps everything but sharp green eyes hidden.
"Calaveras," she breathes.
He gives her a rather smug looking smile. "You shouldn't be out here so late, Sarah. It's hardly safe for someone as pretty as yourself."
"I wanted to see you again," she admits. "I wanted another chance to talk to you."
"And you thought that putting yourself in harm’s way was the best course of action?"
Calaveras chuckles. The sound is smothered by another set of squealing wheels. The bus trips around the corner. The man from the bench is gone.
It's just Sarah and Calaveras, now. Her cheeks feel hot. The blush creeps down the back of her neck, spreads over her shoulders.
"I'm not in danger," says Sarah, softly. She reaches out, pressing her hand against the side of Calaveras neck. "You're here, aren't you?"
"So I am." Calaveras bright green eyes are gleaming. "So, I am. Tell me, my pretty little thing, don't you have someone waiting for you at home? Surely, they must be worried!"
Sarah shakes her head
"Oh? Well," muses Calaveras. "Let it be known that I am very worried about you. Allow me to walk you home?"
"I would love that," says Sarah, softly. She twines their fingers together, barely able to contain her excitement as they start off down the street. "I would love that an awful lot."