After I finished my shift, it was about 5:00pm so I went home. When I got home, I immediately smelled my mom's meatballs that she had been preparing earlier. I darted into the house to see the guy from table six, James I believe, standing in the kitchen talking to my mom.
"Oh, that's so sweet! Aria! My meatballs are done, come eat!" she said, setting a plate on the dining table.
I sat down and took a plate of meatballs. James sat beside me. Dad got up and helped my mom with something, leaving James and I at the table.
"How do you know where I live?" I whispered to him.
He smiled smugly. "You don't need to know that."
I studied his face, then started eating. The meatballs were delicious, the perfect amount of seasoning and sauce. James ate quickly.
"Well, I better get home. Nice meeting you guys," James said, waving and walking out of the front door.
After I heard his car pull out, I looked to my mom. "How'd he get here?"
"Well, he said that you gave him your address. I guess he used Google Maps or something," my mom said.
"But I didn't give him my address. . ."
"Don't forget about public records, he might of got into those" dad chimed in.
I nodded slightly. It is possible, I guess.
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RomanceAria, an Italian 17-year-old girl, has always had trouble finding the right partner. She's tried men and women, but nothing ever sparked. Her love life is a mess, as well as her regular life. At her low-paying job, at the Hunger Diner, she meets he...
