~ Holiday Party - NYC ~
"Connor?" Rachel calls from the loft above, where my bedroom is, then she peers over the railing at me. "There you are. Where have you been?"
"Getting ready," I tell her and turn around once. I'm dressed and my hair's brushed.
Her head withdraws and she starts down the stairs. I can tell she's smirking - trust me, I just know. She stalks over to me and straightens my tie - because she must. It's not that it's crooked, not at all, it's just something that she always has to do. It's rather cute, really. And I watch her do this every time. Like a ritual. And it ends the same way, she pats my cheek and tells me I'm ready to go. I have to smile at her when she does that.
"You always wear the same suit."
"I don't need another suit," I tell her, stroking a hand over her soft cheek. I can't believe it's been almost fifty years. My sweet Rachel. She smiles at me - that same smile I saw once she knew she was going to be okay back in 1943. I lean down and give her a soft kiss.
She doesn't scowl at me - this time. Instead, she gives me a small smile and tells me we should go or we'll be late.
"Getting ready," I tell her and turn around once. I'm dressed and my hair's brushed.
Her head withdraws and she starts down the stairs. I can tell she's smirking - trust me, I just know. She stalks over to me and straightens my tie - because she must. It's not that it's crooked, not at all, it's just something that she always has to do. It's rather cute, really. And I watch her do this every time. Like a ritual. And it ends the same way, she pats my cheek and tells me I'm ready to go. I have to smile at her when she does that.
"You always wear the same suit."
"I don't need another suit," I tell her, stroking a hand over her soft cheek. I can't believe it's been almost fifty years. My sweet Rachel. She smiles at me - that same smile I saw once she knew she was going to be okay back in 1943. I lean down and give her a soft kiss.
She doesn't scowl at me - this time. Instead, she gives me a small smile and tells me we should go or we'll be late.