"If you are only going to throw it away, give it to me, please," she cried, resisting the urge to run over there and yank it from her hand. If it ripped, she'd be devastated. Her father had never been a big fan of having his picture taken, and as a result there were very few photos of him, even fewer of him and her together. She could not lose this picture.
"Please. Can I just see it?" She raked her hand through her hair, biting her lip and silently praying that Charlie would be cooperative. From what little she knew about her, she doubted she would be, which made this situation entirely unbearable. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest, she was sure it was loud enough for both of them to hear in the stillness of the lobby. Her heart and Charlie's steps seemed to thud in time. Every 3 beats of her racing heart coincided with one of the other woman's deliberate steps. Please don't let it end up in the trash.