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The New York airport was small, but nonetheless packed, travelers scurrying from place to place with a determined single-mindedness. One man, however, sat in a chair with nothing but a small suitcase at his side, continuously flipping a silver dollar.
Heads. Tails. Tails. Heads. Tails. Heads.
Five heads in a row to leave, five tails to stay, and the rest to wait and see if she'll see me on my way…
A shocked pause, and he turned. Breathless, face flushed, and clad in brilliant vermillion, Sarah regarded him with a kind of uncertain wonder.
"Why did you lose that bet with Mr. Detroit, pretend we never went —" she faltered a moment, "to Havana?"
"Can't you guess?" Because then you can pretend we never went, can forget I ever existed, and live your life with perfect focus for your vocation. "I thought you'd want it that way."
He smiled cheerfully, any darker emotions hidden behind confidence. Your move.
"I…" She looked lost. "I don't understand you."
"I'm a gambler."
"I know." Softly, quietly, reluctantly. "But I don't want you to leave."
"I can't change all that I am."
"You wouldn't be you if you did."
Short, awkward silence.
"If I changed a bit for you, would you change a bit for me?"
"Yes, I would." A hesitant step forward, delicate fingers resting on his shoulder. "Could we try?"
A real smile, slow and content, appeared. "I'd like to; I had thought you wouldn't."
"Come back with me, Obadiah."
A wince. "Are you going to call me that all the time?"
A faint smile, the first he had seen since the mission had been threatened. "It's the one thing that I know for sure belongs to you, so yes, I will be."
He paused a moment in thought. "For you… I think I can live with it, if you can put up with the habits of a lifetime."
He stood in a single fluid motion, grabbing his suitcase along the way. She tentatively took his free hand, a faint blush staining her cheeks. He squeezed it tenderly.
They were so new, so unsure and untried, and yet… Perhaps a man could change, for something so grand. There would be trials, and probably tears and anger too, but with determination and perhaps a bit of luck (he was still a gambler at heart), they might make it after all.
"Lead on, Sarah."
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It was supposed to be a drabble… it wound up at exactly 400 words instead. :shrugs:
Saw Guys and Dolls for the first time last week, and desperately needed to fill in the blank between the last two songs (and nudge Sarah and Sky back into a vague semblance of consistent character :P). This is the result. Not perfect, but it satisfies the plunnie that spawned it. Huzzah.