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"Hello..." She spoke, presenting a hand for him to shake. A dark November night, the wind danced around the leaves, as they fell into piles. She smiled sweetly at the gentleman stood beyond her, as he smiled back. "I'm James.." He replied. "Connie." She spoke.

She looked up at the sky as the sun began to set. He noticed the intricate detail which attracted her to the nature. "So Connie, what's your story?" He asked. "My story?" She clarified.

James left a small nod, but smiled sweetly. "Everyone has a story, and one day you might hear mine" He chuckled slightly. Connie breathed a sigh of relief, she was never one to open up, but something about him made her feel secure. "You really want to know?" She asked, and he nodded. "Trust me. I'm not the person you think I am" Connie said. "I've seen you around a lot, you work at the hospital. You treated my mum. I also was a child minder for your daughter, before I went away." He replied. "I thought I recognised you." She said softly.

"I think you're hard on yourself. Maybe a little too hard" he whispered as he noticed a small tear roll down her cheek. "Working mother syndrome, guilty as charged" Connie replied through sniffles. "Let me help you." He whispered again, before slowly walking away with her on his arm.

He could see the vulnerability seeping through her skin. Her body language showed she'd been through wars, her eyes showed the sorrow. The ideology of her weeping each night. She was broken, but bruised...not yet.

They arrived at her home, her daughter. Grace wasn't around. "You live here alone now?" He asked, and she nodded with a coat of sadness evident in her eyes. "Just my daughter" she replied. "The father?" He asked. "He left when she was little. America." Connie replied to him as she offered him a drink. "Water will do please." He responded.

"I'm guessing she's not in?" He asked, to which Connie nodded and let a small smile escape onto her face . "No, she's at her grandmothers until ten" Connie answered.

He wandered along the halls, following her directions he took the first left and headed into the sitting room. He smiled as his eyes diverted to a photograph on the wall. "She's the spit of you." He commented. "Thank you, I suppose" she replied. "No it was a compliment. You're beautiful" he whispered causing her to blush.

Lost in the moment, Connie placed her drink aside. He replicated her actions and held her hand gently. Compared to hers, his was humongous, but James found it sweet. His hand made its way up to her face, the skin was soft and delicate. Cupping her cheek, he leaned in to kiss her gently, as she did the same.

Their foreheads collided as they smiled contently at each other. Connie leant into his chest as they watched a television programme. It was fairly sudden, and usually she would force them to wait, make them beg..crawl on their knees until she gave in and allowed them in but James felt different. Good or bad she couldn't decide. "I should go, and pick up my daughter" she giggled. "Alright, see you around." He smiled as he let himself out. "Do you want me to drop you home?" She asked.

Connie waited through his hesitation, "If it's not too much trouble." He spoke to which she shook her head. Placing his address into the sat Nav. She sped off her drive. "Here we are" she spoke as she unlocked her car doors. "Thank you" he spoke, leaning across to kiss her gently. She smiled as she pulled away, only to see a familiar face walking down the street.

She watched as James walked down the road a little to what she presumed was his home, instead he shook hands with the familiar face, leaving Connie gobsmacked.

An alert on her phone came through.
'Moved on so quick? Just casting those feelings for him aside'  She shook her head, and rubbed her eyes delicately. By the time she had refocused her vision. They had both disappeared. She glanced down looking at her watch, she was late for Grace.

Soon after she had arrived at Audrey's with a minute to spare. "Sorry" Connie said as she opened the door. "She's not even ready yet." Audrey responded to which Connie let out a small chuckle. "Nothing new here then" she spoke. "Come on trouble, thanks again" Connie said.

They drove home as she noticed a figure at the stop sign, she used the blades of her windscreen wipers to clear her vision, but nothing appeared abnormal, merely a tree with a carrier bag hanging low allowing her mind to play tricks on her.

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