This was when she turned to look at me, “What’s your name?”
“Nolan. And you are?”
“Charlotte. Oh and Nolan?”
“Hm?”
Her eyes suddenly became dark again, “You’re messing up my concentration. Leave me the fuck alone.”
I put my hands up as a white flag for her, “Ok, ok,” and I turned back to the door that lead to my apartment, “But when you’re done with this suicide business, you can come over and have a cup of coffee.”

Now most would find me insane for just leaving a suicidal girl planning to jump off a building, but I had a feeling she wouldn’t do it.

Sure enough, there was a knock at my door and I gave a smug smile, knowing I was right. I opened my door and Charlotte stood outside, looking innocent, “So that coffee you promised?”