The Stranger

                  It all started a few weeks ago. It was a sunny afternoon, just like normally in July. I was going out to eat today for no reason, i was just lazy and didn't feel like cooking today. So as i sat, eating Sashimi(this food is commonly mistaken as "Sushi", a dish containing raw octopus. This dish instead consists of raw fish). a stranger walks over and sits down next to me, ordering something to eat. Did i mention that i was just out of high school, living by myself in an apartment? I probably didn't, sorry. And I'm sure your already asking questions such as "What does this unnamed main character look like?", "What will that stranger have to do with the story?", and so on. Well don't worry. Im getting there. I work slow ok? So just calm down. I Said calm down!!! jeez….let me finish the story.

                  I sigh and the stranger looks at me with his crystal blue eyes that pierce through the souls of the innocent. He calmly asks, "Excuse me sir, are you alright? You look pale as if you haven't slept in a long time."

                    "Yeah, i haven't slept in a few days but I'm fine", I respond, smiling weakly. I look down at my food, starting to play with it a bit, not wanting to look at his eyes which i found just so beautiful even with the little glance i got of them.

                 The stranger ponders over what i have just told him. He thinks for what seems like hours before finally deciding on what he would say to me. He states, "How about you let me pay for your dinner and you come home with me. I would really like to watch over you fort a bit to make sure you are truly alright and that you get enough sleep. Sorry if this is rude of me to ask and it makes you feel as though i am a pervert."

                  I quickly look up at him, eyes widening a bit at what he has just said, shocked that someone as beautiful as him would ask me something like that. I am just a weakling with red hair.I think it is flat most of the time and just not right other than the color but everyone else says its perfect. I don't understand it… I can't do anything right and i end up messing up a lot of things. I finally answer him, not sure if this was a good idea but i tell it to him anyways. I look up at him, responding with, "Sure. I would like that. And you don't seem like the person to be a pervert or anything." I smile to him kindly. "But please, let me pay for my own dinner. I don't want to burden you with it"

                "No, i insist, please," The man replies happily and in a kind way, showing me with just his voice that he was happy i was coming with him home and before i can protest he pays for my meal and i sigh, not wanting him too. He lets me finish my dinner before quickly grabbing my hand and leading me out of Chang's, the restaurant i just finished eating at. He leads me to a big black truck. It looks to be a very big truck, bigger than one i have ever seen other than a semi truck. You know, those big ones with 18 wheels. He helps me into he truck after i struggle for a bit with trying to pull myself up into it. I give him a slight Thanks before i get myself situated in the seat, buckling myself in and looking at him and his golden locks of blonde hair that carries a slight tint of brown. A light and gently brown.

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