Florence Wasnt Having Any Of Malcolms Sales Pitches.

Florence wasn’t having any of Malcolm’s sales pitches. 

“Hey, just wanted to let you know I’m on my way.  I’ll see you in a few minutes?  Great!”

“Here, you keep the pictures we took.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, but you get to keep them next time.”

“Next time?”

“Thanks for a great evening,” Malcolm replied.  “I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too.”

“Can I call you again some time?” he asked hesitantly.

“I’d like that.”

“All right.  I’ll call you.  Soon.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

They stood together for a silent moment, unwilling to let the evening end. Somewhere in town, a clock chimed.  It was after 1 am.  Abby sighed and moved away.

“I’ve got to work tomorrow,” she said sadly.  “I need to get home and get some sleep.”

“Good night,” Malcolm said.

“Good night.”

She reached out and touched his hand for just a few seconds before walking away to her car.  Malcolm stood and watched her drive out of the lot.  Once again, he couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off his face. He watched until her tail lights disappeared, then went to his own car and headed home.

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penig replied to your photoset:A reporter already?  He must be here to get the...

He looks really bored. Maybe he gets better service that way.

I think part of that is his face template, but yeah, he does look bored, and you might be right that it gets him better service.  I don’t know...

holleyberry replied to your photoset:After checking the inventory, Malcolm excused...

I bet there’s some backlash from that conversation. I have a bad feeling about this Fleming guy.

He’s certainly a creep.  I wasn’t intending him to play this big a part, but (as often happens), things spun out of my control. We’ll have to keep an eye out for Fleming and whatever he’s up to.