the window.
Brooklyn had just finished her coffee when she heard the bell on the entry door jingle. Song quickly walked in to escape the downpour. He looked around, searching for Brooklyn. She decided to sit and watch him; she wanted Song to find her on his own. Brooklyn gazed at him over the top of her glasses, keeping her head down. He was dressed in a turquoise button down shirt, and tan slacks. The turquoise highlighted his sun-kissed skin. He paid for a cup of coffee and then took a sip while he continued to scan the room.
“Find me, find me,” she whispered.
She heard approaching footsteps and knew it was Song. Brooklyn pretended to be engrossed in her phone when she heard him say, “May I sit down?”
She looked up. “So, detective, I guess you are following me. Please, have a seat.”
“Good morning, Miss Peirce, I almost didn’t recognize you with the glasses.”
Brooklyn was wearing large framed pecan colored tortoise shell glasses, a creamed colored blouse and a black pencil skirt. Lonette called it Brooklyn’s “Hot librarian look.”
“They’re a lot more comfortable than contacts. So what brings you here?”
He took a sip of his coffee. ”Mmm, I heard they had some really good coffee.”
She let out a laugh, “I guess anything is an improvement over that toxic stuff they call coffee at the police station.”
Song chuckled. “Yeah, it’s pretty scary. I guess you just get used to it.”
“How’s the investigation going into the shooting?”
“We’re making progress. I think it’s just a matter of time before we catch him. I see you have your security guard with you.” Song nodded his head at the large man dressed in all black sitting at the table directly behind Brooklyn.
“Yeah, he’s my shadow. He sits in the car outside of the school and then accompanies me home.”
Song noticed a tiny piece of chocolate icing clinging to Brooklyn’s top lip. He was tempted to lean over the table and taste it with his tongue.
“Are you going to have something to eat? The food here is really good.” she said.
“No, the coffee is fine.”
“Do you live in the city?” she asked.
When Song married his late wife Ji-Hye, they purchased a house in Westchester County. When she passed away, he sold the house and moved in with his ailing grandmother.
“I live in Bronxville.”
Brooklyn noticed yesterday that Song wasn’t wearing a ring, but she decided to ask him anyway. “Are you married?”
Song took a sip of his coffee and said, “No, my wife passed away six years ago.”
Brooklyn saw the pain in his eyes and felt like an ass for asking.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“
“No, it’s okay,” Song quickly said, “What about you; are you married and do you live in the city?”
“No, I’m not married and I live in Tribeca. Being a detective, I’m sure you already knew that.” She looked out the window; the rain was still coming down.
He held his hands up, “You got me! But, I have to know; if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing my job.”
Brooklyn looked at her watch. “I have to get to work; I’m glad you made it.”
The bodyguard walked up. “Mr. Black,” Brooklyn said, “This is Detective Kai.” Song and Mr. Black shook hands.
“Excuse me, Miss Peirce; I’m going to get the car. Nice to meet you, Detective Kai,” he said before walking away.
“Likewise,” Song said.
Song walked Brooklyn to the door. He saw that she didn’t have an umbrella.
“Hey, I’ll walk you to the car.”
He pushed the door open and stepped out. Brooklyn followed behind and quickly stood beneath his umbrella. The rain bounced off the pavement while cars splashed through puddles. Song stared into Brooklyn’s eyes; they were silent for a moment and she nervously looked away. He wanted to lean into her…To taste her lips and the tiny piece of chocolate that clung to them. It was like a reflex that he couldn’t control. He reached and brushed the tip of his finger over her lip. A
Brooklyn had just finished her coffee when she heard the bell on the entry door jingle. Song quickly walked in to escape the downpour. He looked around, searching for Brooklyn. She decided to sit and watch him; she wanted Song to find her on his own. Brooklyn gazed at him over the top of her glasses, keeping her head down. He was dressed in a turquoise button down shirt, and tan slacks. The turquoise highlighted his sun-kissed skin. He paid for a cup of coffee and then took a sip while he continued to scan the room.
“Find me, find me,” she whispered.
She heard approaching footsteps and knew it was Song. Brooklyn pretended to be engrossed in her phone when she heard him say, “May I sit down?”
She looked up. “So, detective, I guess you are following me. Please, have a seat.”
“Good morning, Miss Peirce, I almost didn’t recognize you with the glasses.”
Brooklyn was wearing large framed pecan colored tortoise shell glasses, a creamed colored blouse and a black pencil skirt. Lonette called it Brooklyn’s “Hot librarian look.”
“They’re a lot more comfortable than contacts. So what brings you here?”
He took a sip of his coffee. ”Mmm, I heard they had some really good coffee.”
She let out a laugh, “I guess anything is an improvement over that toxic stuff they call coffee at the police station.”
Song chuckled. “Yeah, it’s pretty scary. I guess you just get used to it.”
“How’s the investigation going into the shooting?”
“We’re making progress. I think it’s just a matter of time before we catch him. I see you have your security guard with you.” Song nodded his head at the large man dressed in all black sitting at the table directly behind Brooklyn.
“Yeah, he’s my shadow. He sits in the car outside of the school and then accompanies me home.”
Song noticed a tiny piece of chocolate icing clinging to Brooklyn’s top lip. He was tempted to lean over the table and taste it with his tongue.
“Are you going to have something to eat? The food here is really good.” she said.
“No, the coffee is fine.”
“Do you live in the city?” she asked.
When Song married his late wife Ji-Hye, they purchased a house in Westchester County. When she passed away, he sold the house and moved in with his ailing grandmother.
“I live in Bronxville.”
Brooklyn noticed yesterday that Song wasn’t wearing a ring, but she decided to ask him anyway. “Are you married?”
Song took a sip of his coffee and said, “No, my wife passed away six years ago.”
Brooklyn saw the pain in his eyes and felt like an ass for asking.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“
“No, it’s okay,” Song quickly said, “What about you; are you married and do you live in the city?”
“No, I’m not married and I live in Tribeca. Being a detective, I’m sure you already knew that.” She looked out the window; the rain was still coming down.
He held his hands up, “You got me! But, I have to know; if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be doing my job.”
Brooklyn looked at her watch. “I have to get to work; I’m glad you made it.”
The bodyguard walked up. “Mr. Black,” Brooklyn said, “This is Detective Kai.” Song and Mr. Black shook hands.
“Excuse me, Miss Peirce; I’m going to get the car. Nice to meet you, Detective Kai,” he said before walking away.
“Likewise,” Song said.
Song walked Brooklyn to the door. He saw that she didn’t have an umbrella.
“Hey, I’ll walk you to the car.”
He pushed the door open and stepped out. Brooklyn followed behind and quickly stood beneath his umbrella. The rain bounced off the pavement while cars splashed through puddles. Song stared into Brooklyn’s eyes; they were silent for a moment and she nervously looked away. He wanted to lean into her…To taste her lips and the tiny piece of chocolate that clung to them. It was like a reflex that he couldn’t control. He reached and brushed the tip of his finger over her lip. A
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