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their conversation could not keep them talking when their wives or girlfriends approached, telling them they were ready to leave with a simple look.
One by one each of the men were dismissed from the bench, like a player waiting for their coach to tell them to get on the field. Charlie noticed how well or not so well they each knew the face of the woman they vowed to love. He could feel the years of built up tension between them, or the dull routine that their relationships had become as they walked silently away. He could feel the men pretend to care about the ‘great deal’ their wife or girlfriend found on new clothes as he glanced at the other beautiful women walking by.
Suddenly he saw Juliet come out of the lingerie store. He stared at her pretty face with an emotion he could not define. He ignored any facial language she was trying to convey to relieve him from the bench, and simply stared at her.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied, as if suddenly waking from a dream. He turned to the other men still sitting on the bench and silently wished them a happy life and healthy relationships. Then he stood and turned his attention back to the pretty, young woman that walked at his side.
He felt close to her in that moment, perhaps because he was observing the togetherness of others and the fact that of all the people there, she was the only one he spoke to and vaguely knew, and she was the only girl he really noticed.
“Where are we off to now?” Charlie asked.
“I’m going to get ready to go back home. New York is more expensive than I thought. I don’t have the money to stay here longer,” Julie answered.
“Let me get you a room. I’m going to stay a few more days and I could use the company,” he said nervously. “You already know more about me than anyone else on this planet.”
“No, I couldn’t. I don’t want you paying for me,” she said.
Charlie felt like a high school kid asking a girl out for the first time.
“At least stay one more day. You haven’t really even visited the city yet. It’s getting late and all we did was shop,” he almost begged.
“It’s only around 3 o’clock,” she replied. “I have plenty of time today if you want to see something.”
“By the time you have dinner and get to the bus station you’ll be traveling at night,” Charlie pleaded.
“Are you asking me to dinner?” she raised her eyebrows and smiled.
“I guess so,” he shrugged.
Charlie was attractive physically, but Julie did not feel attracted to him in a romantic way. He was simply interesting, carefree, and she was beginning to see the humorous side of him that she was not certain existed before. Besides, what else was she to do and who else was she to talk to in this city of infuriate-faced strangers? And she did want to stay longer. The only thing that would make her run away from him was if he tried to get too close or he revealed something too dark from his secret personality. Of course, if he sang again she would have to leave him for the moment. What were those horrible sounds coming from his soft voice when he tried to sing?
“Well, okay. One more day,” she agreed.
Chapter 9
After sightseeing and a late dinner, the coldness of the night forced them to walk to the nearest vacancy sign. It was a two floor motel, the kind that is found along a desolate freeway hoping to pick up vagabond travelers who become too tired to drive any further in the night. The cracked paint and crumbling sidewalk was evidence that this was probably not one of New York City’s finer establishments.
“May we have two rooms for the night, my good sir?” Charlie asked the sloppily dressed man behind the counter. He was tall and skinny, probably in his early thirties, working there for a paycheck without motivation to do what he really wanted to do in life. Charlie simply loved him the way he was.
“We only have one more room available, but it’s two beds,” said the motel
One by one each of the men were dismissed from the bench, like a player waiting for their coach to tell them to get on the field. Charlie noticed how well or not so well they each knew the face of the woman they vowed to love. He could feel the years of built up tension between them, or the dull routine that their relationships had become as they walked silently away. He could feel the men pretend to care about the ‘great deal’ their wife or girlfriend found on new clothes as he glanced at the other beautiful women walking by.
Suddenly he saw Juliet come out of the lingerie store. He stared at her pretty face with an emotion he could not define. He ignored any facial language she was trying to convey to relieve him from the bench, and simply stared at her.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied, as if suddenly waking from a dream. He turned to the other men still sitting on the bench and silently wished them a happy life and healthy relationships. Then he stood and turned his attention back to the pretty, young woman that walked at his side.
He felt close to her in that moment, perhaps because he was observing the togetherness of others and the fact that of all the people there, she was the only one he spoke to and vaguely knew, and she was the only girl he really noticed.
“Where are we off to now?” Charlie asked.
“I’m going to get ready to go back home. New York is more expensive than I thought. I don’t have the money to stay here longer,” Julie answered.
“Let me get you a room. I’m going to stay a few more days and I could use the company,” he said nervously. “You already know more about me than anyone else on this planet.”
“No, I couldn’t. I don’t want you paying for me,” she said.
Charlie felt like a high school kid asking a girl out for the first time.
“At least stay one more day. You haven’t really even visited the city yet. It’s getting late and all we did was shop,” he almost begged.
“It’s only around 3 o’clock,” she replied. “I have plenty of time today if you want to see something.”
“By the time you have dinner and get to the bus station you’ll be traveling at night,” Charlie pleaded.
“Are you asking me to dinner?” she raised her eyebrows and smiled.
“I guess so,” he shrugged.
Charlie was attractive physically, but Julie did not feel attracted to him in a romantic way. He was simply interesting, carefree, and she was beginning to see the humorous side of him that she was not certain existed before. Besides, what else was she to do and who else was she to talk to in this city of infuriate-faced strangers? And she did want to stay longer. The only thing that would make her run away from him was if he tried to get too close or he revealed something too dark from his secret personality. Of course, if he sang again she would have to leave him for the moment. What were those horrible sounds coming from his soft voice when he tried to sing?
“Well, okay. One more day,” she agreed.
Chapter 9
After sightseeing and a late dinner, the coldness of the night forced them to walk to the nearest vacancy sign. It was a two floor motel, the kind that is found along a desolate freeway hoping to pick up vagabond travelers who become too tired to drive any further in the night. The cracked paint and crumbling sidewalk was evidence that this was probably not one of New York City’s finer establishments.
“May we have two rooms for the night, my good sir?” Charlie asked the sloppily dressed man behind the counter. He was tall and skinny, probably in his early thirties, working there for a paycheck without motivation to do what he really wanted to do in life. Charlie simply loved him the way he was.
“We only have one more room available, but it’s two beds,” said the motel
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