Sweet but psycho

Chapter 3

"What can I please you with?", he poured himself a glass of red wine.

"Do you have beer?", I sat down.

"Beer? I don't have something like beer. I've got taste."

"Great host are you. What else do you got?"

"Whisky or water.....or tea."

"Give me Whisky" then.", he handed me a glass and sat down.

"How old are you?", I asked after a few minutes of silence.

"22. Why?"

"You know, you're not like other guys your age, I mean you wear suits, live in a villa, alone, drink wine and Whisky."

"And that's wrong?", he took a sip from his glass.

"No, no, just unusual."

"You know, my dear Alan, I've just got a different taste."

"Why do you know my name?"

"I know everything, you're 23 and live 7 houses up the road, you loved to play football, but now you stopped, you say it's school stress but we both know it's not."

"You're a stalker.", I stuttered.

"I'm not a stalker, it's called deduction. I observe. You would be surprised how many things you miss walking through life like all the limited minded people."

"Okay, nice. Not scary at all."

"You know why I like red wine?", he held his glass up in the light of the fire.

"Why?"

"It's like blood."

"Erm."

"It's so deep like it's got a soul, that's what makes it special. The red liquid of a living being, and you can have something equal in a bottle. Isn't that amazing?"

"Ew. You're a bloody psychopath."

"I'm a sociopath, with your address.", he smiled.

I just took a sip of my drink and avoided his gaze.

"No wonder people are scared of you.", I mumbled.

"I know people are scared, isn't it beautiful? People being terrified without knowing me."

"You seem weird to them."

"Manners seem weird to them, that's the problem, our generation doesn't know the old school manners anymore, but manners make a man.", he stood up and straightened his suit.

"Don't you think a suit is too much?"

"If you do something, do it with style.", he put his hands into his pockets.

"Weird style."

"You don't like it?"

"I....I'm not sure, on one side it's fascinating."

"And on the other?"

"It's not what you wear for daily life."

"I do."

"I see."

He came closer and stared at me, pushing himself up on the arm rests of my chair. Placing his fingertips on my cheek, tracing them down to my chin.

"Leave."

"What?"

"I had enough of you, leave."

"But you invited me for a?! What the hell?!"

"I don't like being with people too long, my energy is gone. Get out."

"You are completely crazy."

"And you annoy me now. Out.", he pushed me out.

I went back home, not sure what to think of him, but I had the feeling that I would meet him again.