café thoughts

After five minutes walking I bumped into Damian who was running and sweating.

"Damian?? What are you doing here!? Shouldn't you be at work?"

He was panting and gasping for breath and was standing bent over with his head between his knees in front of me.

"I-I *pant* w-warned you to go home! *pant*"

"Why? What's the big deal? I only was at the park for like half an hour. Why do I need to go home?"

"Because..." he finally catches his breath and stood up straight.

"Because what Damian, you're scaring me. What is going on?"

"Who were you with at the park?" he grabbed my shoulders and looked serious at me.

"How do you know I was with someone at the park?"

"Just tell me, who?"

"I bumped into Adam, you know, who I met at the shop. We started talking for a bit and after fifteen minutes I started walking home"

Damian sighed in relief and slowly let go of my shoulders. He pulled me close to him for a hug as I was still looking very confused at him.

"Damian, what's going on?" I muttered.

I demand answers. I know Damian is strange but he never acts his strange.

"I can't tell you here. Let's go home first." He said as he took my hand while pulling me towards home.

After a short walk of a few minutes we finally got home. Once inside I unleashed the dogs and turned to Damian.

"Now can you please tell me what the fluff is going on?"

"heh, cute" he says soft but then begins to explain.

"I got a threatening call earlier at work. It didn't say who but it was about... uhm, you actually."

"me?"

"No, freaking Santa" he says sarcastically and walks to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Well sheesh, don't have to be a duck about it." I mumbled and followed him to the kitchen. 

He sighed and turned around looking at me.

"Sorry, I'm just a little annoyed. It's just, the whole thing is messed up."

"What whole thing? When are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"Okay okay, calm down. I'll tell you. I was at work finishing a storyboard and I got a call. It didn't say who but I assumed it was either my boss who was at a meeting at that time or the writer of the storyboard I was working on. I picked up and some voice said something about seeing you and wanting to do something to you. I didn't know how he knew where you were, but he somehow knew and I didn't know what to do."

"What? Me?"

"Yes you, he somehow knew that you were at the park"

"Why did he call, just to say that he saw me or was there a reason"

"There was a reason yes. He wanted information about our company. not just the usual information we give to clients or tourists, but like the real deal. Information that can kill our company."

"Did you give him that information?"

"What no of course not. I gave the phone to Carl, he is in charge when the boss is out. He's handling it. I just needed to be sure if you were okay, 'cause I swear to god if anything ever were to happen to you I wouldn't know what to do."

I turned my face away blushing. What does he mean with that, it's not like I can't take care of myself. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 12 AM. My stomach was growling.