Charlotte: A Gothic Romance- The Innocence Years 2

“You’re Steve?” she asked, “Charlotte’s talked about you for months.”
This was her mother with little Nicky, who ran around me, shouting “Hiya!”
Go away, I thought, I want to talk to Charlotte, not you. Anti-social, me.
“She’s running, she’ll be here soon.”
Nicky went in. Small talk then. Weather. Bored.

Charlotte ran up to us.. Sweat glistened her face and soaked the collar of her t-shirt. She was breathless, wide eyed and giggling. I had to reposition my rucksack to hide my obvious, and socially unacceptable, show of attraction.
“I was afraid I’d miss you,” she panted.