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In from the cold

Prologue
It was late November in Toronto. Snow could be seen falling outside through the window of the young man’s cubical. He tapped on the keyboard of a computer; every so often he’d lean back and scratch at the dark brown hair on his head or rub his hazel eyes. The phone on his desk rang and with a sigh he answered it,
“I.T.” he said in a dull, bored tone, “Seth Warner speaking.”
“Seth it’s seven,” said the electronic voice of a more awake young man, “you’re still at work?”
“Yeah sorry Dave,” Seth replied, leaning back in his chair, “Ron has got me here late tonight, I’m working Vic’s shift.”
“What happened to Vic?” David asked
“Remember when we were arguing on Wednesday?” Seth took a drink out of the mug full of hot green tea on his desk.
“Yeah,” David replied, sounds of machine guns could be heard through the phone, “you were saying that you were doing the smart thing by getting the flu shot. So Vic didn’t get it and caught the bug?”
“Yeah,” Seth went back to pounding the keys on his keyboard, “I’m making a mental note to rub it in when he gets back sometime in the next two weeks.”
There was a pause, than David spoke again, “So when do you think you’ll be done?”
“Give me about another hour,” Seth replied, “I’ll be done at eight.”
“Okay, but get your a** home,” there was an explosion and David cursed, “the new maps came out today for TF2.”
“Alright,” Seth said, “see you.” The phone made the usual plastic click when he hung up and he went back to typing.

Sixty minutes later Seth let out a long sigh and hit the save button and then shut off the computer. After cleaning up his workstation and finishing his tea, he pulled on his black leather jacket and his red-and-white hat with ‘Eh?’ printed in black letters on the front. He passed one cubical on his way to the door and someone greeted him,
“Heading out?” came the voice of a woman
“Yeah,” Seth replied, “See you Monday Becca.”
“Seth, wait!” she said, turning around in her chair, “Please stay, just for a little while longer.” Becca was the youngest woman in I.T., at 21 she was four years younger than Seth. She was also the best looking woman in I.T.; her best features being her curvy slender body, sparkling green eyes, long black hair and friendly disposition.
“Okay, fine,” Seth said with a sigh, “I take it you want another ride home too?”
“Please?” She begged, her eyes glimmering. Seth pulled up a chair and sat down behind her, how could he say ‘No’ to her. Becca smiled and turned back around, tapping the keyboard on her own computer.
“What are you doing anyways?” Seth asked
“Oh, I’m just finishing a few things.” She replied. She turned around and faced him again, “By the way, how’s your dad?”
“Still in the hospital,” he said with a sigh, “hopefully he’ll be out by next weekend.”
“That’s good.” she turned to the computer again and typed for a little while longer, after a few minutes she shut of the computer and stood up. Seth stood too and she smiled, then she walked over to a hook on the wall of her cubical and pulled on her coat.
“Ready to go I take it?” he said, and she nodded, “Okay, my truck’s out front.”

Becca held her hands up to the heaters in Seth’s pick-up to warm them, this was the third time this week he had given her a ride home. It was convenient because they lived in the same apartment complex.
“So Becca,” he said, trying to make conversation, “Christmas is coming up.”
Rebecca nodded, “Yup,” she smiled a bit, “I hope my parents can make it from Niagara Falls this year.”
“Didn’t last year’s storm stop them?” he asked, and she nodded, “Bummer… you know Becca, if they can’t make it, you’re welcome to spend Christmas Eve with me.”
“Oh,” she was a bit surprised by the offer but smiled, “I might just take you up on that offer.” The snow was starting to fall harder, and Seth turned on the wiper blades. They pulled up to a red light, and Seth turned to talk to her. He was surprised though that her face was right up close to his, and before he knew it, she had locked lips with him. She kissed him for a second longer, then pulled away, “Seth,” she began, speaking quietly, “I want you to know that I’ve felt this way for a while now, and I really felt now would be the best time to tell you… I’m just not sure if you feel the same way about me.”
“Of course I do,” Seth said, “I just didn’t know how to tell you, for the longest time I thought you were out of my league.”
“Of course not,” she said, latching onto his arm, “I-I love you Seth.” The light turned green and he drove the truck through the intersection and down the street,
“I love you too Becca.” he finally said as they pulled up to the tall apartment building. Becca smiled warmly as the two of them got out of the truck and walked in through the complex door. Seth walked her to the door of her apartment where she kissed him goodbye before disappearing behind the door labelled ‘213’.

It's good Edge I can see how you've defiantly put your time into this, so yeah it's good so far :3

Thanks alot guys, chapter 1 is on its way. I'm glad you guys think it's good, I worked hard on it.

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yeah it still look's really good there Edge and it's pretty funny and I love the detail. Can't wait to read more 3nodding

Chapter 2
It was a round noon when they left the YMCA. As he drove, he would turn every so often to look at her. He and Becca had both taken showers, but the shampoo she had used was much more fragrant then his. The smell of strawberries filled the cabin of the truck and made Seth sleepy, he had to fight to stay awake. Becca had pulled her hair back into a ponytail and was wearing her blue coat that hugged her body perfectly. Even in the cold winter weather of Toronto, Becca still managed to show that she had an hourglass figure.
“So Becca,” Seth began as they pulled up to a red light, “I was going to visit Dad in the hospital and then go to David’s house tonight. I was-”
“Wondering if your could bring your new girlfriend with you?” Becca finished his sentence, and he felt warm that she considered herself his girlfriend
“Yes actually,” the light changed and Seth pulled through, “well do you?”
“Of course,” Becca was smiling widely again, “I have nothing to do today anyways. I’d love to spend the day with you!”
“That’s great!” Seth exclaimed, “You want to go for brunch after we visit dad?”
“How could I say ‘no’?” Becca took hold of Seth’s arm and whispered to him, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Seth replied as he pulled up to the hospital parking lot. He paid for a parking pass and found a spot in the parking garage, luckily on the second floor. He backed his truck in, put it in park and got out. He locked the doors as he stepped out, and walked around to meet Becca at the front of the vehicle. Becca’s hair was still wet and she had her hands deep in her pockets. Seth put his arm around her shoulders and she gratefully huddled up to him.
The hospital was pretty generic. Off-white walls, off-white floor tiles, off-white ceiling, brown chairs in the waiting room. Like all hospitals, this hospital had the same sense of dullness and dread. There was a young man sitting behind the desk in scrubs. He had steel-rimmed glasses and tapped at the keyboard of the computer behind the desk, Seth approached the front desk,
“Hi I’m here to see Rick Warner.” He said
“Seth? Seth Warner?” the secretary said, Seth gave him a confused look.
“It’s Blake, Blake Stevens. We went to high school together.” Blake extended his hand and with a smile Seth took it. He now remembered him completely. Blake and him had been in the same fitness class for three years straight and had become buddies through the runs they had to do. Blake had asthma and Seth didn’t like how the other guys in the class would tease him because he was the slowest runner and the lightest weight lifter. So every run, Seth would hang back and jog with Blake.
“Man sorry Blake,” Seth felt dumb for not remembering him, “I see you did go though medical school.” Blake nodded,
“Hey, it worked out fine for me.” Blake was smiling
“You look good dude, how’s the asthma been?”
“Great actually!” Blake went back to the computer, “I have this new inhaler that works way better then anything I’ve ever used. I use it once in the morning and once at night and that’s it, no more coughing or wheezing.”
“Well that’s awesome.” Seth stepped aside so that Blake could clearly see Becca, who had been hiding behind him mostly and staring at the snack machine, “Blake this is Rebecca,” Becca smiled and wiggled her fingers in a shy wave, “if it’s not clear to you by the way she’s hanging off my arm that she‘s my girlfriend, I can‘t help you.”
“You’ve always been a real comedian Seth,” Blake chuckled, “So you said you were hear visiting your dad Rick right? How’s he?”
“Oh I‘m sure he‘s fine,” Seth said, “The goof-ball probably had one to many beers again or probably came down with a stomach virus. I’m sure he’ll be out by next weekend.”
“I hope so,” Blake tapped the keys, “He’s on the third floor, room twenty-three.”
“Thanks Blake,” Seth said, “nice seeing you again.”
“Likewise,” Blake replied, “call me up sometime, we’ll catch up.”
“Alright.” Seth jotted down his number on a slip of paper and handed it to Blake, then he and Becca went down the long hallway to the elevator.

Room twenty three was like any other hospital room. Everything was off-white in colour except the bed sheets which were always bleached white. Rick Warner occupied one of the two beds in the room, leaving the other empty. He was hooked up to an I.V. and smiled warmly when his son came into the room.
“Seth!” he said in his scruffy fifty-year-old voice. Seth embraced his father,
“Hey dad,” Seth said, “how’re you doing?”
“Without,” he replied, “say Seth, who’s the pretty little thing behind you?” Seth turned and extended his arm, beaconing for Becca to come over. She slowly walked over to him and let herself get wrapped up in his arm.
“This is Becca dad,” Seth said quietly, looking only at her, “she’s… very important to me.”
“You finally got a sweet heart who mean something to you?” Rick guessed with a smile, “I’m proud of you son, she looks like a keeper to me.”
“T-thank you.” Becca said quietly. Now that she was closer, she could see that Rick was almost perfectly replicated in his second-born son Seth. The difference was that Rick’s age showed in his face, and he would never look as clean-cut as his son again.
“So son,” Rick said as he turned his attention back to Seth, “when are they going to let me out of here?”
“They said they want to make sure it’s nothing serious first dad,” Seth said, “just to make sure.”
“Alright, alright.” Rick lifted his hand and pointed to a table that was across from the end of the bed. On it sat a small television and a remote control, “can you grab the remote there for me Seth? There’s a hockey game on today and I don’t want to miss the make-me-laughs get creamed by the Canadians.” Seth smiled and fetched the remote for his father. He and his father had always been fans of the Montreal Canadians and really disliked the Maple Leaves, despite living in Toronto. He turned the television on and put on TSN. There was a highlight of the previous golf season showing Mike Weir teeing off. Seth bid farewell to his dad and took Becca’s hand, together they walked out of the hospital, although for some reason Seth suddenly felt like he had eaten a ball of lead.

Seth and Becca had chosen a nice coffee shop and diner for breakfast. The place was well heated and had comfy seats in the booths. Seth and Becca were talking together just after they had placed their orders. Seth had ordered bacon and eggs with toast and hash-browns while she had requested a plate of blueberry pancakes. Their beverages had arrived already, Becca slowly sipped her steaming hot chocolate while Seth enjoyed a mixed berry Smoothie.
“What’s wrong Seth?” she asked him, “You seem like a coffee guy to me.”
“Nah,” Seth took a drink, “I never liked coffee, even with milk and sugar I can’t get past the taste.”
“Well I can understand that,” she took the spoon that was set in her hot chocolate and the small pitcher of milk on the table stirred in a small amount of the cream into her beverage, “I don’t like coffee either. Just give me sweet creamy hot chocolate any day.”
“So you’re a sugar girl?” Seth gave her a smile, and she nodded.
“Anything sweet. Cakes, brownies, candies, cup-cakes, I can’t get enough.”
“That’s surprising,” Seth lowered his voice so only she could hear him, “considering how amazing your body is.”
“Thank you.” Becca blushed, but smiled and took the compliment, “I can see you have quite the stomach as well. You are guilty of giving yourself too little credit when it comes to your body too.” Seth smiled at her, and she smiled back. They met each other’s eyes and didn’t look away. They seemed to be communicating, telling each other “I love you.” and “I care about you.” without saying it. This went on for a full five minutes before the waitress spoiled the moment.
“Blueberry Pancakes and Saturday special?” The waitress asked, Seth guessed her to be about in her late twenties. She was a good looking woman, and it was clear to him that it was that along with her way-too-friendly attitude that she got so many tips.
“Pancakes for her,” Seth said, “and the special is for me.” The waitress sat down the plates and gave the usual “enjoy the meal” blurb before returning to her duties. Seth and Becca ate their brunch while sending each other looks and smiles.
“So Seth,” Becca finally said to break the silence, “you said you play piano, how long have you been doing it?”
“Since I was about six or seven,” Seth replied, “I started doing it cause mom wanted me to show her that I can show dedication to something before she would let me take self-defence lessons. The thing is I got so good by age twelve and loved it so much, I forgot why I started in the first place.”
“I’ve never heard you talk about your mom Seth,” Becca said after swallowing a mouthful of pancake, “where is she?”
“She was killed by a drunk driver when I was fifteen.” Seth said sadly, trying not to lose his apatite, “Some d**k-head high school senior who thought it would be a good idea to get hammered, smoke some weed and speed down a residential street at 100 kilometres an hour. He hit her driver-side and she passed in the hospital three days later.”
“I’m so sorry Seth,” she felt bad for bringing it up, “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s alright Becca,” he set down his fork, reached out and took her hand, “thanks for your concern.”
“You’re welcome Seth,” she said with a slight smile, to which Seth smiled back, “I’d do anything for you.”

Really well ^^ Keep going.