-3 days later-
I sighed in discontent at my depressingly barren refrigerator. It was almost 9 o'clock at night and I figured that most of the open grocery stores would be deserted. I hadn't set foot outside in a few days and wasn't exactly excited to.
I made a quick mental note of what I needed and got myself together. I couldn't help but think of the boy I had met at the bus stop. He'd been on my mind so much that I was losing sleep over it. As unlikely as it was, I desperately wished that we would meet again.
I casually walked to the store, enjoying the brisk night air. After collecting my items and awkwardly conversing with the lady at the register, I made my way back down the street. The cool air nibbled at my ears but it was my favourite kind of night; it was clear and fresh.
As I neared my flat I could see a figure sat on my doorstep. Curiosity gnawed at me and I picked up my pace. In the dim light I could just pick out a head of brown hair glancing at his feet. I jogged the rest of the way and the man looked up.
It took me a whole five seconds to register the fact that it wasn't Dan. The man sat in front of me appeared to be a middle-aged homeless person; he had sad, sunken eyes and a scraggly beard. I gave him some change and sent him on his way.
As disappointed as I was that it wasn't Dan, I really shouldn't have expected it to be. Dan was probably far away and not at all concerned with my mediocre life.
I opened my front door and jumped three feet. Blinking slowly, I took in the sight in front of me. Dan. His head snapped up and he gave me a knowing smile. I stepped into the room, feeling completely dumbfounded.
"How did you get in?" I asked in wonderment. I was completely shocked.
"You left your door unlocked." He pointed out. He opened his arms and for some reason, I dove into the embrace of this person that I barely knew.
All of a sudden I felt a small sting in my neck and looked up. The last thing I saw was his suddenly sadistic-looking smile.
