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laughed.
Suddenly, he pulled his chair close to hers so she could hear him as he half whispered, "I wish things were different between us," he said with a sad look in his eyes. "We have so much in common, and I think we could be great together." He had a vulnerable, hungry look on his face. Then, Bob reached over and pulled Alexa's hand into his. He started caressing her hand and kissing her fingers lightly, all the while looking at her pointedly.
"Dude, what are you doing?!" She half yelled as she jerked her hand away from him, she had thought he was talking about his fiancé. Everyone in the café stopped eating and looked at them. "Don't do that," was all she could come up with –
this is just creepy
. It took her completely by surprise. She pushed back from the table, grabbed her books and rushed out of the café to class. Bob leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his coffee as if nothing had happened, and stared after her with a possessive look in his eyes.
Later, on her way home after class, Alexa called Phil. "Hey Superman, what's up?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but he saw through that immediately.
"AIG, what's wrong? You sound upset."
"Oh, I am, although I thought I was hiding it well."
"Ha! I see all, hear all, and understand all, plus I'm a really fast runner. That, my dear, is why you call me Superman. Remember?"
"You're so right, how could I have forgotten," she said smiling into the phone. "Well, you won't believe what happened tonight before class."
Phil was all attention, "Oooh, did you find out something about the murder?"
"No, you weirdo. It's not all about the murder, you know." She then launched into the story about Bob. Phil was laughing one minute and livid the next. By the time she finished explaining how much the guy had creeped her out, Phil was disgusted with him.
To lighten the mood, and because he had no idea what else to say, Phil suggested, "So, we should come up with an acronym for Bob. Something unusual to fit his disgusting personality."
"He makes me want to barf," said Alexa, "So, it has to be something that captures his true ickyness."
Both of them exclaimed at the same time, "Barf Bag Bob!"
"And we'll call him BBBob for short," Phil said. Alexa had to pull over because she was laughing so hard. As they went on in their celebration of a new acronym that so perfectly fit the situation, Alexa saw lights in her back window. Police lights.
"Aw man!! Hey Phil, gotta go. The cops want to know why I'm pulled over banging on the steering wheel, laughing. I'll call you tomorrow."
Phil could barely contain himself as he heard about this development. "This will go into the archives of all the weird things that have happened to you. One day you can tell your grandchildren about it," he laughed.
"Ha, ha! You're funny. Ok, I gotta hang up, the officer is right behind my car."
"Ok, bye. Good luck!" Phil offered.
"Ma'am, do you know how fast your car is NOT going?" the officer asked as she rolled down her window and stared up into the flashlight.
"CC!" he was laughing at her and trying to replay the first time they met. "You scared me! Why aren't you out harassing some REAL criminals at this time of night?" she asked him, pushing his flashlight aside.
CHAPTER 5
"Hey, follow me to Dan's," CC told her as he turned to leave. "I'm just getting off duty and I want to talk to you about a couple of things."
"Ok," Alexa said, still chuckling about the whole BBBob situation.
As she followed CC, she thought back to the first time she had seen his police lights in her rearview mirror…
"
Ma'am do you know how fast your car was going?" he had asked her.
"
I have no idea," she had grumbled. Then her playful side took over and she took the steering wheel with both hands and crooned, "How fast were you going, my little pumpkin? Hmm? How many times has mommy told you not to go over the speed limit?"
CC had not looked amused; actually, he had looked rather
Suddenly, he pulled his chair close to hers so she could hear him as he half whispered, "I wish things were different between us," he said with a sad look in his eyes. "We have so much in common, and I think we could be great together." He had a vulnerable, hungry look on his face. Then, Bob reached over and pulled Alexa's hand into his. He started caressing her hand and kissing her fingers lightly, all the while looking at her pointedly.
"Dude, what are you doing?!" She half yelled as she jerked her hand away from him, she had thought he was talking about his fiancé. Everyone in the café stopped eating and looked at them. "Don't do that," was all she could come up with –
this is just creepy
. It took her completely by surprise. She pushed back from the table, grabbed her books and rushed out of the café to class. Bob leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his coffee as if nothing had happened, and stared after her with a possessive look in his eyes.
Later, on her way home after class, Alexa called Phil. "Hey Superman, what's up?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but he saw through that immediately.
"AIG, what's wrong? You sound upset."
"Oh, I am, although I thought I was hiding it well."
"Ha! I see all, hear all, and understand all, plus I'm a really fast runner. That, my dear, is why you call me Superman. Remember?"
"You're so right, how could I have forgotten," she said smiling into the phone. "Well, you won't believe what happened tonight before class."
Phil was all attention, "Oooh, did you find out something about the murder?"
"No, you weirdo. It's not all about the murder, you know." She then launched into the story about Bob. Phil was laughing one minute and livid the next. By the time she finished explaining how much the guy had creeped her out, Phil was disgusted with him.
To lighten the mood, and because he had no idea what else to say, Phil suggested, "So, we should come up with an acronym for Bob. Something unusual to fit his disgusting personality."
"He makes me want to barf," said Alexa, "So, it has to be something that captures his true ickyness."
Both of them exclaimed at the same time, "Barf Bag Bob!"
"And we'll call him BBBob for short," Phil said. Alexa had to pull over because she was laughing so hard. As they went on in their celebration of a new acronym that so perfectly fit the situation, Alexa saw lights in her back window. Police lights.
"Aw man!! Hey Phil, gotta go. The cops want to know why I'm pulled over banging on the steering wheel, laughing. I'll call you tomorrow."
Phil could barely contain himself as he heard about this development. "This will go into the archives of all the weird things that have happened to you. One day you can tell your grandchildren about it," he laughed.
"Ha, ha! You're funny. Ok, I gotta hang up, the officer is right behind my car."
"Ok, bye. Good luck!" Phil offered.
"Ma'am, do you know how fast your car is NOT going?" the officer asked as she rolled down her window and stared up into the flashlight.
"CC!" he was laughing at her and trying to replay the first time they met. "You scared me! Why aren't you out harassing some REAL criminals at this time of night?" she asked him, pushing his flashlight aside.
CHAPTER 5
"Hey, follow me to Dan's," CC told her as he turned to leave. "I'm just getting off duty and I want to talk to you about a couple of things."
"Ok," Alexa said, still chuckling about the whole BBBob situation.
As she followed CC, she thought back to the first time she had seen his police lights in her rearview mirror…
"
Ma'am do you know how fast your car was going?" he had asked her.
"
I have no idea," she had grumbled. Then her playful side took over and she took the steering wheel with both hands and crooned, "How fast were you going, my little pumpkin? Hmm? How many times has mommy told you not to go over the speed limit?"
CC had not looked amused; actually, he had looked rather
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