🧊❄️ ~Cold To The Touch ~❄️🧊

☕️ No Turning Back ☕️

Day two.
I wrote down, cross out the previous circle on my calendar. This was the first night that I actually got to sleep on a bed for once. It was a nice change. I woke up feeling a bit delirious, perhaps it was all the anxiety is had, or just that strange feeling that kept my awake at night. Like someone was watching me always. The hairs in the back of my neck stood up as I thought about it. God dammit, I listen to too many true crime podcasts. I trotted my way downstairs and grabbed my car keys. Here me go y/n. This would be the first time I actually left my house, let alone the street I was on. I was starving and couldn't be bothered to care about my anxiety. At least that was what I thought, though my anxiety was the only thing on my mind. I hopped into my car and pulled out of the drive way and into the main road, alright we got this. I reassured myself that everything was going to be A-ok. Driving past the same brick buildings and white pane buildings, I pulled up to what I assumed to be a cute small town diner. I hopped out my car and walked in the gravel patch leading inside the buildings, it was lined with pink rose bushes and green street lamps. The hot summer sun shone up against the back of my neck creating slight discomfort. I had hoped that the diner would have good air conditioning. The second I took the first step in, my assumption was greeted with fact as well as a gust of cold air, it was a ice change from the contrasting hot and dry weather outside. The large building was full of burgundy coloured booths and chairs, the floors decorated in black and white tile. And the blinds covering the bright sun outside. Looking at the restaurant, the staff weren't in sight and a woman sat at the table in the Center of the room playing with her child. I walked past their table and sat down at a booth in the corner, I felt the light shine onto my hand in a warm slice as the sunlight licked the window pane. It was hot today, very hot. My mind wondered as I thought about everything. A new town and the event that happened yesterday flooded my mind. I know I wasn't imaging it. I heard him. He was being perverted, I hope I won't have to see him again. My train of through was interrupted by the waitress. "Hey welcome to Wally's, what can I get you?" I stared at the menu. Could I get a almond coffee and a bacon egg and cheese sandwich? "Sure thing, I'll be right with that." The waitress walked off to the back, pushing open the two doors. Then the mother grabbed her daughter and left the restaurant. Now I was alone. I tapped my finger on the table as I noticed in the corner of my eye, a man almost as tall as the doorway and almost as wide as it too. The man almost had to duck down to prevent hitting his head against the doors frame. Despite his monstrous height, he looked familiar. But I just couldn't connect the dots. At least not yet. The man sat down in the booth beside me. It looked as though his waist was at the head rest of the booth. He cast a large shadow over me and this just expedited my anxiety. I tapped on the table faster, so tempted to glance over at the man which I could feel him staring at me. His eyes were like daggers piecing my neck and shoulders. Finally I gave in and looked. I stared right at him. And he responded by staring at me, I jumped up a little from the shock and turned away. My heart was racing in my chest while simultaneously being stuck in my throat. "Heres your food and your coffee, the total is 6.50, how would you like to pay?" The waitress said startling me and blocking my view of the man. Uh, cash. I handed her the money as she walked away. "Enjoy." Thanks, I said in a monotone voice. I was too exhausted to be enthusiastic and too scared to enjoy my food. I tried to sneakily glanced over at the man, only for him to be looking right back at me. His grey eyes pierced my soul, I took a sip of my coffee. It stuck the back of my throat and helped me digest the metaphorical lump I had in my chest. God this man was so creepy, I felt as he continued to stare and the gut feeling only got worse over time. I had lost my appetite by this point but knew I had to eat. I took small bites from my sandwich and tried to swallow to the best of my ability. I was so stupid to look again. Why did I look again. As I said this in my head, my necked moved as of it had a mind of its own and I took another glance. Only to see the man wasn't there. He looked as though he completely vanished. I was freaked out and just stuffed the remainder of my food into my bag and got up from my both, fully ready to run out of the diner and to my car incase that man was hiding behind a doorway ready to strike. As my hand touched the glass door, the waitress grabbing my arm. "Wait!" Huh? "The man that was sitting beside you, he paid for you." What? She handed me the money I had paid earlier for my lunch and walked away. I was too dumbfounded to speak and too worried to care. I leaped back to my car and sped away from the once sweet diner to now a reminder of a creepy encounter I had. This isn't what I expected from this town and I didn't like what it was giving. I was disappointed and confused and I felt as though I was owed something. I clutched the money in my hand and looked down. I never actually saw the man's face properly. What did he look like again? He had black hair and grey eyes. His eyes were all I remember. His soul piercing eyes. Wait. He paid for me? I said this out loud as I pulled up to my house and got out. The hot summer sun hitting the back of my neck as I thought to myself. Did I have secret admirer?

I opened the door and plopped back down into my couch, opening the to go box as fast as I could and eating whatever remainders I had. I sighed and looked at my ceiling, I closed my eyes as I swallowed my food and started another train of thought. Who was that man? And why did he pay for me? Did he like me? Or was he just trying to be friendly. It's all so confusing. I really did imagine my first day out would go better than this. I guess the smaller the town the nicer the people, huh. I woke up hours later. Beads of sweat dripping down from my forehead and face. I was so tired, the nap didn't seem to help much and the unbearable heat made it worse. I yawned and stretched, sluggishly walking upstairs and grabbing some new clothes. And freshening up. Then, from the window, a loud song played again. God dammit. As if this day couldn't get any worse. The ice cream man was outside. Well jokes on him. I'm not leaving my house. I ran downstairs and shut the blinds, sitting down on my sofa and playing whatever bullshit was on tv  that day. It felt as though no matter how loud I turned up the tv or stared at it trying to be one with its transmission trying to forget about my shitty day, the louder the ice cream truck theme song was and the continuous flashback to the diner incident didn't help. I slammed my hand on the table and swung open my door fully ready to start a brawl with this ice cream man. I ran out to his truck and finally caught his attention. "Oh hello!, well what a delightful surprise this is! My favourite customer is back!" Hey man what the fuck do you think your doing? "Oh, goodness your so aggressive." I wouldn't be if you would turn that shit down. "What??? My ice cream truck song? No I could never! It's what attracts customers like you." Alright and that's fine but I ask that you don't blast it, I'm surprised nobody has complained about it. I looked around noticing the man's vehicle was parked right in front of my house. And don't do it right outside my house. "Awh your no fun!, well here. Take this." He hands you a strawberry and vanilla ice cream cone. What's this? "Ice cream in the house! For my favourite customer and favourite person!" I'm your favourite customer? You just met me yesterday. "And yet it only took a few hours for me to deem you as my favourite customer!" Just like the day before, his behaviour was giddy and simulate to a kids. He giggled when saying certain sentences and gripped the window pane on the ice cream truck like yesterday." Gee thanks. "Hey wait! I never got your name! Could I get your name?" My name? What for? "So I know to mark you down as my favourite customer!" Sure whatever. Out of pure boredom or frustration. I gave him my name. My names y/n. "Y/n? Awh I see! That's such a beautiful name y/n." Thank you. I honestly felt flustered from him saying that. The randomness of it all was surreal. I watched as the ice cream man grabbed the bomb box and turned it down. Thanks. "Hey and don't forget your ice cream!" Sure. I walked over trying to finish this encounter as quick as possible. Reaching out to grab the ice cream being offered by the ice cream man. I went to grab the ice cream. The ice cream man grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward up and closer to his truck. He than proceeded to put the ice cream into my hand, my hands buckled and bent trying to get out of his grasp and avoid the uncomfortable tension I was experiencing. I felt like I needed to say something about my discomfort but couldn't swallow the large lump that had formed in my throat preventing me from speaking. Then using his hand to close my hands around the now lukewarm ice cream cone. I felt the ice cream drip down my hand and stick to my skin. And I wanted nothing more than to run away and forget about today. There you go dear." Yeah thanks. I said trying to hurry the conversation. "see you tommaro.." before he could finish his sentence, I ran inside and slammed the door. Throwing the ice cream in the trash and plopping down in my sofa on the far end of the room to watch the ice cream man. God that was so stupid and weird! He did it again. And I did nothing about it, I hate being such a people pleaser. This time is he does something like this again, I will make him aware of my discomfort. But I had to admit. Maybe this feeling is out of a mix of boredom or infatuation. Something about him was so mesmerizing yet also familiar. I sighed knowing I didn't use my time wisely and I'd have to introduce myself to the people of this town another day. Perhaps a weekend or when there's a town hall meeting. I wish I had done more research, but by this time I knew I was settled in and at this point there was no turning back.