After I came home from work the next day, I saw Lucius walking around in his front yard. It's been about a month since we spoke. Speaking to him felt like the right thing to do since he was in my view. So I parked my car on the driveway and went to say hi to him.
"Hi Lucius." I said.
"Hi Maya." He said looking at my formal shoes.
"Do you want to go out later? Maybe for dinner?" I asked.
He looked at me with his eyebrows raised as if he were surprised by my simple question.
"Sure. Be ready by 8. I'll take you to a good place." He said and went back inside his house.
I took a nap for two hours and got ready in half an hour. I wore blue jeans, a black top and a brown jacket. I let my dark brown hair fall loosely against my shoulders, put a little perfume on and went outside to meet Lucius.
I rang his doorbell and he came outside within seconds. Without saying a word, he unlocked his black Honda Civic, sat in it and started it. I walked over and sat in the passenger seat.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"A 24hr diner nearby." He said.
We sat in silent throughout the short journey. He didn't even play any music. He parked in front of a diner named "Sam's Diner".
I liked the vibe of the diner, it seemed pretty cool. We sat in a cozy booth and ordered two grilled cheese sandwiches, which Lucius suggested. The waiter recognised him and looked a little confused to see me, but I didn't want to look into details.
"You didn't tell me about your job." I said to Lucius.
"Right. I help remove problems out of lives." He said.
"You're a social worker?" I asked.
"You can say so."
"You don't seem like one." I replied.
"What do you mean?" He asked as our order arrived.
"I mean you just don't have the personality of someone who would help people." I said, honestly.
He chuckled in response and took a bite of his sandwich.
"This goes great with beer." He said as two beers arrived.
"We didn't order beer." I said.
"I come here often. This is what I usually get, so they probably assumed the same."
"I don't feel like drinking beer." I said kindly pushing it away from me.
"More for me." He replied.
"Lucius, why is everyone staring at us?" I asked. I couldn't ignore all the funny looks every person here was giving us.
"People here are like this. You better get used to it if you want to survive."
YOU ARE READING
Neighbour
Mystery / ThrillerWhen 26 year old Maya moves to her new house in Portland, she expected to be greeted with friendly people. Having a new job and meeting new people seemed exciting, it was a fresh start for her. But a fresh start isn't always the best decision.