"Then why are you here?"
"I work here," he calmy says.
"What?"
He works here? How come I didn't know? I can't compose myself anymore, so I started walking until I get out of the room.
He didn't stop me.
I rescheduled my self-date and just went home.
After doing my routine for the night, my phone beeped and an unregistered number appeared with a text: Any plans for tomorrow?
Who are you? I texted back
Have forgotten me now, sweetie?
Is he the powder room guy?
I have an appointment tomorrow.
With whom?
With myself.
Let me join you, then.
Is he crazy? I didn't text back and instead, I let myself be invaded by darkness.
I heard a knock. Two. And three. "Ma'am Illiana, time for breakfast," said Ella as she enters, my cue for doing my morning routine.
With a white top, skinny jeans, and white pumps, I went out to eat breakfast.
While eating, my mom bid me a 'good morning' and gave me a peck on the cheeks, next to her was dad.
"I and your dad will be going out, honey. Wanna come?"
"No, thanks, mom. I have plans for the today," I said and smiled.
"Okay. Have a great day!" exclaimed dad.
"You too!"
While sipping on my frappe I ordered in a different café, reading a magazine, my phone beeped and the same unregistered number from last night popped.
You have a nice get up for this day, sweetie.
After I read the message, I perceived that a person sat in front of me. And I was right, the same guy from the other coffee shop and last night is here, sitting in front of me.
"Let's have a date," he said while grinning.
"With you, a stranger?" I asked in confusion.
"Zacharius, but you can call me anything. Pleased to meet you, Lana."
