Just to Show I'm Still Scatterbrained...
Mar. 11th, 2003 12:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
andverygingerA snippet I wrote after I wrote the other two. Go fig.
...Callie noticed his distant mood. "You still here tonight, Hardy?"
Frank blinked, looking up at her. "Hm?" He chuckled, giving a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I'm still here. Just... thinking."
"...About?"
Now's as good a time as any, he thought. Leaning forward in his seat, Frank reached and took Callie's hand in his. "About leaving you here--in Bayport, I mean," he said. He grimaced, squeezing her hand for emphasis. "I don't want to, Callie."
"Frank, you don't have a lot of choice. This new job at CIA...it's what you wanted, what you worked for. You have to go to Washington," she answered. "Besides, I'll be around. I know how to book a flight or a train ticket."
He sighed. This wasn't working at all like he planned. He had planned this great, sweeping, dramatic moment. What he was getting was stumbled words and confused intentions. "But it's not enough," he said. He shifted slightly in his seat and drew in a deep breath. He then drew his dark eyes to meet hers. "I didn't bring you here just to make our last evening here memorable. I brought you here, Callie, because I wanted something special. I-I wanted to ask you something special--"
"Frank, don't--"
But the words were out of his mouth before her words registered: "Will you marry me, Callie?"
...Stay tuned for more!
...Callie noticed his distant mood. "You still here tonight, Hardy?"
Frank blinked, looking up at her. "Hm?" He chuckled, giving a sheepish smile. "Yeah, I'm still here. Just... thinking."
"...About?"
Now's as good a time as any, he thought. Leaning forward in his seat, Frank reached and took Callie's hand in his. "About leaving you here--in Bayport, I mean," he said. He grimaced, squeezing her hand for emphasis. "I don't want to, Callie."
"Frank, you don't have a lot of choice. This new job at CIA...it's what you wanted, what you worked for. You have to go to Washington," she answered. "Besides, I'll be around. I know how to book a flight or a train ticket."
He sighed. This wasn't working at all like he planned. He had planned this great, sweeping, dramatic moment. What he was getting was stumbled words and confused intentions. "But it's not enough," he said. He shifted slightly in his seat and drew in a deep breath. He then drew his dark eyes to meet hers. "I didn't bring you here just to make our last evening here memorable. I brought you here, Callie, because I wanted something special. I-I wanted to ask you something special--"
"Frank, don't--"
But the words were out of his mouth before her words registered: "Will you marry me, Callie?"
...Stay tuned for more!
