"So, about last night . . ." she started.
"What about last night?" Brandon questioned.
"Are we not going to talk about what happened?"
"There's nothing to talk about."
"So, now you're mad at me because I didn't kiss you back? If anyone should be mad, it should be me. You just happened to show up on my front step and apologize. The next thing I know, you're kissing me. We've only known each other for a few weeks, and you don't even know me that well. Listen, I don't care if this is awkward; talking about a stupid kiss, but I guess it wasn't really stupid. Last night, I was out with someone, and I witnessed something that happened. Someone shot them self, and you appeared out of nowhere and made it all disappear."
"So, you're happy about the kiss? Or is this how you start your long explanation on how it was wrong to kiss you?" He joked.
Denella did that laugh she always did when she blushed.
Henry's Apartment, Belle City, 8:00a.m
Raphael studied the hallway as he waited for Henry to come open the door. The carpeted floor was bits of both, dark and light shades of green and had chunks of red here and there. The dark green resembled vomit. The lighting annoyed Raphael because it was so dim, and the walls were coloured in a faint shade of yellow. It smelled like old people and pizza that had gone bad. As he looked at the stains on the wall, he heard the door unlock and the doorknob turned.
"Hey . . . aren't you suppose to be at work?" Henry inquired.
"Yeah, I am. I never got a chance to get your phone number, so I came to get you. We got a lead on the case and Terrance already told me my next mission. I needed another hand, and I was wondering if you wanted to come along?"
"Sure, let me just grab my jacket."