&quot;Rae! Wait!&quot; He said, chasing after me. I sped up, but he was right on behind me. I broke from my brisque walk into a casual jog, hoping that he was perceptive enough to tell that I had no interest in talking to him, with out looking like I was fleeing for my life. Shawn, being the kind of guy who never percieved anything correctly, didn't get my hint, and walked right in front of me. I ran into him, spilling my steaming drink all over his shirt. There was an image I'd have to remember to enjoy later. &quot;What do you want, Shawn?&quot; I asked, wiping my hands on my coat. I could see in his puppy-dog eyes that my annoyance had wounded him. &quot;I just wanted to get your number... Ask you out to dinner.&quot; I looked at him. Years ago, we'd been friends. We'd been more than friends. For a while, it had worked well. I opened my mouth to say something, then, Laughed in his face. 2007-07-28T04:24:28Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/6108 <p>Very nice. I like it. You continued my character very well.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/6108?basename=5664 2007-07-28T04:24:28Z Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy http://ficlets.com/authors/lhs2400