THE BAKERS

☁: —Slowly, Maura couldn't help but laugh. "You live across the street?God, if I wasn't lost, I'd totally make a joke about how we haven't met and had a Nicholas Sparks novel about us yet, but I'm lost, and I can't think straight." She sniffled, wiping her eyes, trying to remain calm. "Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you." Before she knew it, Maura was hugging her, throwing her arms around the stranger. By the time she realized how awkward it must be, she took a step back, brushing herself off, straightening herself. "Sorry, I'm just so thankful. I'm, I'm Maura, by the way. Maura Baker." 

     ”Do you happen to have the time?”

▲: --"Uh, yeah. Seven... Seven fifteen."

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☁: —She nodded, unable to stop herself from crying, despite all the pleas from her voice in her head not to. "M'sorry, m'sorry, so so sorry. This hardly ever happens to me and--" she dried her eyes, laughing a little, trying to remain calm. "I'm not quite sure. I moved into an apartment a few blocks from here, and then I just... Got lost. I think I live on, um..." She dug a piece of paper out of her purse. "I live on Eastern and 3rd. God, I'm so sorry," she laughed again, wiping her eyes. I must look like an overly-dramatic idiot, Maura scolded herself. 

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Fire crackers in the east, my car parked south, My hands on your cheeks, Your shoulder in my mouth. I was up against the wall on the west mezzanine.

There came a moment where he wanted to tell her how pretty she was and how the color of her hair was something he admired but he knew that it would just come out a stutter. The blonde smiled back, a smile that he had never encountered before. When was the last time he had genuinely shown his teeth without having to sew happiness onto his face? The girl was exciting him, there was no doubt about that. When she took his hand his smile grew wider, his heart skipping beats, but he squeezed her hand back, letting his thumb brush along the back of her hand. “I”m right behind you.”

☀: —This was Maura's job. Be enticing. Be dramatic. Be physical. Hold hands. Let his thumb make your head spin with just a light touch. That's all it took, she thought, looking back at him with a hint of a smile, and I was blushing. "Alrighty. It's a few blocks. We've got aways. But it'll be worth it, I promise." She sighed into the cool night air. "Tell me about yourself, won't you, Scottie? I do like stories." She stopped and waited for him to stand right next to her. She looked over at him, hesitant, looking at him under the glow of the street lamp. She then straightened the corner of her skirts with one hand and began to walk again, this time slower, this time trying to stay in his company as long as she could.