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Baker's Street: A Narrative Fiction

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Luna gulped and a shiver was sent down her spine, staying silent as she walked on with Tom, looking at him through the corner of her eye, looking at him, not in admiration, but in a mix of awe and unease. Uneasy that his intentions could be much darker than that of the street thugs he was amongst had in mind. That same uneasiness adds sparks to her growing flames of curiosity about Tom. "You should be a public speaker or something, you have a way with words." Tom stopped at a street sign that read Bakers Street. "Hm? Oh I'm sorry, I did not intend to go on a rant." "Well it seems you have a good head on your shoulders," She looked up at the sign, a look of disappointment making it's way onto her face. "Unlike …show more content…

I suppose my job is done then." She looked at him, "I guess this is goodbye then... Thanks for taking your time to take me home." Tom took a step back and bowed, as if he was in front of royalty, "My pleasure," smiling at her. With that he turned around, but before he was about to walk off, Luna called his name. "Tom?" He turned back around, "Hm?" "Will I see you again?" He thought for a minute and replied, "I have a feeling we'll be seeing more of each other sometime in the future. Why?" She smiled, "No reason." He chuckled lightly and shrugged and just then the front door opened. A tall, bulky man, with short dark brown hair, stood in the doorway. He wore a wife beater and a pair of blue jeans, and looked like he was just entering his forties. "Where have you been?" His voice was deep and a little raspy. "Out..." Luna replied, moving up to the front steps and before she could get by him, he stopped her. "Who's he?" He pointed to Tom. Tom went up to the man and put on the friendliest face he could, "Name's Tom sir. I saw that your daughter looked a bit lost and asked if I could help her. So here we are

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