We stood and watched the blaze engulf the warehouse with wide eyes and silly grins for nearly 20 minutes before the fire-trucks came to ruin everything.
Nothing had to be said between Charlie and me. We simply stood there holding hands, staring.
“Hey you!” came from the left. It was the other man that had given chase.
“I thought he would have been stuck inside,” Charlie said.
“I guess not, let’s go!” And we ran.
“No wait. Come back!” shouted the man, but we weren’t listening. Our legs took us far from there and as fast as they could. I lost track of the time, and hadn’t a clue how long we’d ran, but by the time we had stopped, we slumped on a bench far away from the warehouse district.
Despite the cool desert air, our faces glistened in the neon lights.
“Think he followed?” gasped Charlie.
I shook my head, “He was fatter than the other one!” we laughed despite ourselves, “Come on. Let’s see if Dolly still has her teeth in,”
Charlie went into a guffaw, “Hey, you lost my lighter!”
“I’ll buy you a new one!”