Nights Like these

The Man at the Park (2)

About six in the morning I woke up to a strange message on my phone. I read it over and over trying to figure out who it was from and how they got my number. "I know what you were doing in that park". I panicked, was it the cops, a civilian, or was it that man. I threw my phone to the floor and decided to forget about it for the time being. I went to my closet and grabbed a cropped Nirvana shirt and high waisted jeans. I threw my hair into a ponytail and picked up my phone again putting it into my back pocket. I walked down the hallway and into the kitchen to my sink, it was completely filled with dishes and I sigh. "I need to focus on housework more." I clean out the sink and run some water to start cleaning them. My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I grab it, turning it on and looking at it. Once more I got a text from the same number as earlier. "Meet me at Andy's at 6:00 pm". I look at the text reading it once more before thinking. Should I meet them? What if it's a trap; I think a while more whilst washing dishes. In the end, I decided I should go. I could find out who is exactly sending me these things. I finish washing the dishes and doing other house chores before the sun goes down. I read the time, it was around 5:50. I curse myself "Shit! I have to get ready!" I run into my room and look in my closet. I didn't have many fancy dresses and I decided to go with a blood red dress. It had a slit in the side going up to my side and was tight enough that it showed off my curves. I slip it on and text the number "I will be a little late, sorry, I was cleaning". I hoped they would understand and went into the bathroom. My counter was full of different makeup products and I grabbed a couple starting to do my makeup. I finished around 6:05, I ran out of the door after saying goodbye to Bear and got into my car. I drove to Andy's, it was a small restaurant that was never very busy. There were about two cars in the parking lot, I texted the number once more letting them know I was here. They told me to meet them by the door, they were inside. I took a couple deep breaths preparing myself for what may happen. I walked inside the door and standing next to it was a handsome well dressed man. He stook out his hand half-smiling. I took it and shook it gently, "Nice of you to come" He said "Would you like to sit and chat?". I nodded and followed him to a table that had no one else around. He sat down and I sat in the chair across from him. I took one more deep breath before speaking, "Why did you want to meet me here, and how did you get my number". He put his hands together and started to speak "I wanted to meet you here because I discovered you and I have similar interests. And as for your phone number, I have my ways." He smiled again after talking as if he was proud of what he said. I stared at him deciding carefully what to say, I knew what he meant by interests, there could really be only one thing. Killing. I chuckled a bit and started to speak again "So you decided to meet me in a public place to discuss something like this". I questioned him, he laughed for a while before answering "Well I found it appropriate to ask you here first, before just asking you to my house. That would be kind of creepy, would it not?" He wasn't wrong; I probably wouldn't have accepted his offer if he said to meet him at his house. I nodded instead of talking which he didn't seem to take too fondly. "You know, it's rude to not answer someone with your words." He said "I understand but I didn't quite know what to say" I responded. We talked like that back and forth for a while before we got tired of sitting in the restaurant. And then he asked a question that truly shocked me "Would you like to accompany me to my place?"

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