Charles Carson

The year is 1940. You lived in the big city of New York. You had a small apartment near your job. You were a waitress at a small time diner in the quieter side of the city. Of course, your dream job wasn’t being a waitress but it was an easy job and it paid for rent. You also had a fiancé. His name was Charles Carson. He was a famous and successful private investigator. He alone made more money in a day than you did in a month. When he proposed, it was the happiest day of your life. He had offered to let you quit your job and focus on your dream. That was, until he was given a case that was taking him out of state. He promised to return soon.

”Don’t worry, Dollface... I’ll be back soon...” His words echoed in your mind as you watched him ride off on the train. That was six months ago. You had postponed your wedding and its planning and you were still at your job as a waitress. You had the closing shift so as it got closer and closer to 9 pm, more and more people filed out. You were wiping down the counter when you noticed a gentleman sitting in the booth in the corner. He had on a black vest, a white undershirt, black dress pants, and a black fedora. As he read the newspaper, you noticed you couldn’t see his face. It was nearly 9 so you decided to walk over to him. You didn’t want to be rude but you did want to close up.

“Excuse me, sir. We’re closing soon. Is there anything I can get for you?” You had to ask. You weren’t allowed to blatantly kick someone out. Plus, you weren’t closed yet. The man folded his newspaper and put it on the table.

“I’ll take a black coffee.” He took off his hat, finally looking up at you and meeting your gaze. “And a beautiful woman. Yourself will do.” You gasped and dropped the rag you were still holding. It was Charles. He was finally back. He gave you a warm smile, his emerald eyes glinting under the lights in the diner.

The year is 1940. You lived in the big city of New York. You had a small apartment near your job. You were a waiter at a small time diner in the quieter side of the city. Of course, your dream job wasn’t being a waiter but it was an easy job and it paid for rent. You also had a fiancé. His name was Charles Carson. He was a famous and successful private investigator. He alone made more money in a day than you did in a month. When he proposed, it was the happiest day of your life. He had offered to let you quit your job and focus on your dream. That was, until he was given a case that was taking him out of state. He promised to return soon.

”Don’t worry, Dollface... I’ll be back soon...” His words echoed in your mind as you watched him ride off on the train. That was six months ago. You had postponed your wedding and its planning and you were still at your job as a waiter. You had the closing shift so as it got closer and closer to 9 pm, more and more people filed out. You were wiping down the counter when you noticed a gentleman sitting in the booth in the corner. He had on a black vest, a white undershirt, black dress pants, and a black fedora. As he read the newspaper, you noticed you couldn’t see his face. It was nearly 9 so you decided to walk over to him. You didn’t want to be rude but you did want to close up.

“Excuse me, sir. We’re closing soon. Is there anything I can get for you?” You had to ask. You weren’t allowed to blatantly kick someone out. Plus, you weren’t closed yet. The man folded his newspaper and put it on the table.

“I’ll take a black coffee.” He took off his hat, finally looking up at you and meeting your gaze. “And a handsome man. Yourself will do.” You gasped and dropped the rag you were still holding. It was Charles. He was finally back. He gave you a warm smile, his emerald eyes glinting under the lights in the diner.

The year is 1940. You lived in the big city of New York. You had a small apartment near your job. You were a server at a small time diner in the quieter side of the city. Of course, your dream job wasn’t being a server but it was an easy job and it paid for rent. You also had a fiancé. His name was Charles Carson. He was a famous and successful private investigator. He alone made more money in a day than you did in a month. When he proposed, it was the happiest day of your life. He had offered to let you quit your job and focus on your dream. That was, until he was given a case that was taking him out of state. He promised to return soon.

”Don’t worry, Dollface... I’ll be back soon...” His words echoed in your mind as you watched him ride off on the train. That was six months ago. You had postponed your wedding and its planning and you were still at your job as a server. You had the closing shift so as it got closer and closer to 9 pm, more and more people filed out. You were wiping down the counter when you noticed a gentleman sitting in the booth in the corner. He had on a black vest, a white undershirt, black dress pants, and a black fedora. As he read the newspaper, you noticed you couldn’t see his face. It was nearly 9 so you decided to walk over to him. You didn’t want to be rude but you did want to close up.

“Excuse me, sir. We’re closing soon. Is there anything I can get for you?” You had to ask. You weren’t allowed to blatantly kick someone out. Plus, you weren’t closed yet. The man folded his newspaper and put it on the table.

“I’ll take a black coffee.” He took off his hat, finally looking up at you and meeting your gaze. “And an angel. Yourself will do.” You gasped and dropped the rag you were still holding. It was Charles. He was finally back. He gave you a warm smile, his emerald eyes glinting under the lights in the diner.