.Genderless.Episode.6.

The weight of my overbearing backpack reminds me of its presence with each tired step. Its straps digging ever deeper into my shoulders.

My mind was a travesty of conscious thought. Exposed I have been to a menagerie of emotions I had no control over. Nor did I have any idea whether or not I even wanted to see the events before me play out.

Simply put, I just wanted to get home and write.

But as fate would have it, life had a different plan in store for my decrepit evening.

It began with striding steps.

That same foreboding feeling.

And a hand that gently lifted my bag from my shoulders.

“Curious how someone as lovely as yourself would be walking home alone on such a beautiful night like this.”

It was Charlie’s voice.

I felt lightheaded, as if the screws had been untightened in my brain and I was on the verge of ctrl, alt, delete.

I glance up at my fiendish company and smirk.

“I would say the same of you.”

Was that witty? Cocky? Am I already making a complete fool of myself?

But most importantly;

Why do I even care?

He chuckled though.

“Heh, I was just minding my own business when I noticed how intoxicating were the rays the setting sun had cast upon the sky, so I had decided to take an evening stroll, coming upon you must have been…”

He smirks.

“Coincidence.”

Despite my best efforts I feel my eyes roll and a laugh escape my lips.

“Just a coincidence eh?” I tease and his eyes shine.

“Either that or the fates have it in mind that we repeatedly cross paths…”

He moves in closer, his hand gently caressing my cheek, as he looks down upon me with a subtle look promising something… sinister?

Perhaps something more erotic?

As quickly as he had done this he had already pulled away. Leaving me straining to catch my breath and remain steady.

A shadow of a smirk slips back across his face.

“Follow me.” He gestures and I tilt my head in perturbed confusion.

He chuckles and gestures more insistently, “I promise hun, good intentions.”

After another tenuous moment I throw caution to the wind and start to follow.

He beams.

I blush.

And all the while, murmuring in the back of my mind;

“Good intentions for who?”