Fanon:The Good Ones-Chapter 3

Once Upon a Hemlock
After a course of a few days, I worked up the courage to talk to the girl of my dreams. I was so infatuated with Brigit; by the time I noticed her shiny eyes and protruding teeth, it was too late for me to back out of our relationship!

Brigit Hemlock, I have to say, was a beautiful woman. I was surprised that the woman was still single. We made small talk here and there, but never committed to anything serious. I can, however, remember one of my conversations with my wife. Ah, such a fond memory of Brigit. It was the day that changed our relationship from friends to something more:

"Alright Pierce," she had said. "It's my shift now."

"Really?" I said, making a mojito on the rocks for one of the customers. "If you want, I can keep going. You know what they say: time flies when you're havin' fun!"

"No, Pierce, that's quite alright. Come on," she said playfully. "Get your lazy butt outta there!"

"Okey dokey then, Brigit," I responded. I saw her blush, the pink stood out against the unnaturally pale skin, looking as if she had stood out in the sun for too long. Her eyes, ah her beautiful eyes, flitted to the floor. She smiled and held her left arm in her right, the way a person does when they are embarrased, or if their crush catches them staring. I assumed it was the latter. Besides, this was the first time I called Brigit Hemlock by name.

Then, as soon as I finished the mojito, I left, making sure the top part of my hand gently caressed hers as I walked by. As I turned back, she waved, her cheeks still rosy red. Bridgeport would be great with Brigit around.