Leonard hesitated. “Of course.” The store, nearing closing time, was empty save for a scrawny teenage boy traversing the aisles, fingering the hydrangeas. An oppressive silence permeated the room. “I can show you, if you want,” he said, avoiding Charlotte’s questioning gaze. “Where I buried it, that is.”
Behind him, he heard the store exit open, accompanied with a two note chime rattling the cheap plastic ceiling speakers as the outside wind slammed the door shut again. Growing anxious, Leonard went to brush the rogue strands of hair from his eyes only to poke his face with a handless nub. He swore under his breath and quickly stuffed both hands, the real and the imagined, in his pant pockets.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Charlotte smirked as she went to lean her elbows on the counter, making sure not to break eye contact. “But that’s why I enjoy your company, I think.” Leonard felt yet again the beating of his heart heighten, the proverbial metronome accelerating to a pace that no musician could fathom. A comforting warmth spread from his chest, in sporadic waves, to the rest