"Hey buddy, watch where you're walking!"

"Watch where I'm walking? It was you who bumped into me, dumbass!"

Daphne watched the two men argue across the street from the bench she was sitting on, quietly munching on a sandwich as she stared intently. It was another busy day in central Coolsville, with traffic racing by and people trying to get from 'A' to 'B' as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, the two men across the street seemed to have had a problem following that routine.

"I should wring your neck out right here on the sidewalk; how dare you speak to me like that!"

"You've got some nerve; I could have you arrested for threatening me!"

"You would call the police, you coward!"

Despite all the commotion, people continued to walk by as if nothing was going on, save for a few glances here and there. Daphne just sighed, focusing her attention on her sandwich. Another day, another meaningless fight in the street. It was almost expected, really.

Over the few years she had been working in the city centre, she had always sat on that particular bench every time she was allowed a break for lunch. It never seemed to be taken, so she would sit quietly and eat her packed lunch as she watched the city pass by. Apart from the occasional bumbling tourist asking for directions or a group of pigeons wanting some of her bread crumbs, she had always been left to her own devices. Not that she minded; she liked just sitting by herself for a little while each day, as it helped distract her from the many things she had to deal with in her everyday life.

Thinking about her routine, she smiled. After work, she was going out to dinner with her boyfriend of two years, Fred Jones. Although they had been dating for two years, they had been best friends practically their whole lives. Eventually their friendship had blossomed into something more, and the pair had found that they only wanted to be with each other. Which was difficult, since they both worked very long hours at very different times.

"At least he managed to get some time off today..." she muttered to herself, a smile on her face as she finished the last bite of her sandwich, placing the leftover napkin back into her lunchbox and closing the lid.

"Your mother is a llama!"

"How dare you! I will destroy you!"

The two men across the street were now being restrained by several security guards, as many people hurried past or stood and watched, some even pulling out phones and cameras to film. Daphne was finding the whole thing rather amusing, having a little chuckle to herself as she watched from across the street.

"What are they even fighting about?"

Daphne stopped giggling, smiling broadly without really thinking about who had said that to her.

"I wish I knew; something stupid I bet," she replied, and the person laughed heartily.

"It's about the only kind of fight you get around here."

Daphne's eyes snapped open, suddenly realising that she was talking to an unidentified person, although they sounded very familiar. Turning sharply, she breathed a sigh of relief when she stared into the eyes of her boyfriend, who was smiling warmly at her.

"Freddie!" she exclaimed, punching him playfully in the arm, "Don't scare me like that! What are you doing here?" she asked, and he smirked.

"Well, you're always sitting at this bench on your lunch break so I thought I'd join you," he explained, and she leant up and gently kissed him on the lips, their lips locking for a moment before she pulled away and scooted closer to him. He smiled, taking her hand in his and holding it, resting their linked hands on his knee.

As they sat together, Daphne noticed that Fred was dressed in his work clothes. He worked as a prison guard in Coolsville Penitentiary, which was situated on the East side of the city near the suburbs. The job paid well, and Fred enjoyed it very much, but it was the hours that were the most difficult to tolerate. Often he would have to work night shifts, meaning that he would usually be busy during the day catching up on his sleep.

The uniform consisted of a light blue, short sleeved shirt, accompanied by a dark blue tie. A shining badge was attached to the shirt pocket, gleaming in the afternoon sun. The trousers were also a dark blue, with a black belt around the waist carrying many pieces of equipment varying from a police baton to pepper spray. Overall, he looked very formal and smart.

Even though she had always admired the way the uniform made him look, as soon as she saw it she realised that something was up. Her face fell, her grip loosening on his hand.

"You're working tonight, aren't you?" as she said this, his expression saddened, and he nodded.

"I'm sorry, Daph, but they need me there," he replied, sounding almost defeated as he spoke. She sighed deeply, leaning her head on his broad shoulder. He watched her, guilt written across his features. He hated to let her down.

"I was really looking forward to our date tonight," she muttered, and he squeezed her hand tightly.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll see if we can do something tomorrow," he offered, and she looked up at him.

"Alright, I guess that's a good idea," she said, still sounding disappointed. Glancing at her wristwatch, she sighed again, "I... I have to get back to work, Fred."

Fred nodded, smiling sadly as she collected what was left of her lunch and placed it in her handbag. Her slender hand slipped out of his, and she began to walk away when he stood up, stepping forwards and grasping her arm. She turned around to face him, and he could see that her ice blue eyes were clouded with tears.

He had never felt so badly about anything in his life before, and his face showed it.

"Daphne, I'm so sorry. I really am, sweetie," he apologised, sounding almost desperate. She managed a smile, reaching up and lightly caressing his cheek.

"It's alright, Fred. It's not the first time," her words made him feel even worse, and he sighed deeply.

"I promise we'll do something tomorrow. I'll call you later on, alright?" he said, and she nodded.

"Okay, that sounds good. I'll see you later," she smiled, leaning up and kissing him again, but with more passion this time around. He smirked against her lips, holding her hands as they stood in the centre of the square where the bench was located. Many people were walking past, some shooting disapproving looks at the couple as they continued to kiss lovingly. Fred honestly didn't care. Not one bit.

Pulling away, Daphne's cheeks turned a noticeable shade of pink, and he chuckled.

"Bye, Freddie,"

"Bye, Daph."

And with that, Daphne turned away and began to walk in the direction of her offices, ignoring the stares from onlookers who had watched the scene unfold. Fred sighed, walking in the opposite direction towards where he had parked his car a few blocks away. He would keep his promise to her.

Hi guys! Aaah, it's been soooo long since I've put anything on here! :O Anyway, this was originally meant to be a Oneshot but I really wanted to publish something so here it is! Ta Dah! ;D Hope you enjoyed it so far, and make sure you review! :D