Stay Wild

Trust or Lack Thereof

Logan ended up taking me to a quaint little restaurant downtown. It was a super trendy place that had a hipster vibe to it, all of the tables were adorned with potted plants and there was an outdoor patio at the back of the establishment. Upon entering, a friendly blonde hostess greeted us.

"Hello guys! Would you two prefer to sit indoors or out on the patio today?"

Logan turned to me. "What you think, Chandler?"

I thought about it briefly. "The patio sounds great. Thank you," I said politely as the hostess lead us to the rear of the restaurant and to our table on the patio.

"Your waitress will be with you shortly," she exclaimed before briskly walking away.

"Well this is such a cute little place. Have you ever been here before?" I asked, gazing at the vibrant flowers that sat in vases on all of the tables.

Logan nodded. "Yeah, the food here is excellent. I figured you'd like it."

"So far so good!"

My phone abruptly vibrated again and I glanced at my lap, viewing my notifications. I had received more texts from that unknown number. I opened them.

The texts read as follows: "Don't ignore me, got it? I know that you saw what I sent. I left before but now I'm back. I'm back for good. I won't be going anywhere."

I had a very uneasy feeling, something was up. I didn't know who was texting me, why they were texting me, or what they even wanted. For the time being, I ignored the messages. I was out with Logan, after all, and I didn't want to be disrespectful by continuously glancing at my phone. I shut up off my phone and returned it to my jean pocket as Logan gave me a concerned look.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, it was just my mom," I lied. I wasn't feeling inclined to go into details about the odd messages that I was receiving.

With that, our waitress approached our table. "Hey, I'll be your waitress today, my name is-"

"Imogen?" I cut her off, surprised. I had barely recognized her. Imogen wore her hair down and it was curled, which was unusual enough. She also had on a strapless black dress and a pair of black pumps that made her tiny self look just a tad bit taller than she was. She had on a swath of red lipstick and fake eyelashes on. It was rare that Imogen got so dressed up, but I suppose it made sense, I assumed it was her work attire. Nonetheless, she looked phenomenal.

She was a snack.

"Oh hey! Chandler, I didn't even recognize you, I wasn't paying attention," she stuttered, offering a weak smile.

"Since when did you start working here?" I contended, my brow raised.

"Oh, I got the job a few days ago. I wasn't expecting a call back, my resume isn't exactly impressive by any standard, but here I am," she explained, filling two glass cups with water before setting them on the table.

"So, who's this?" imogen asked bluntly, staring at Logan.

"Um, this is Logan. I, uh, met him at Emma's. Sorry, I totally forgot to formally introduce you two. But, Logan, this is Imogen, she's one of my best friends. Goes to my school," I said rather sheepishly.

"Nice to meet you," Logan drawled and Imogen nodded in response before eyeing me suspiciously. "Likewise."

"Anyways, I'll give you two lovebirds an opportunity to look at the menu. Whatever you do, don't get the bacon burger. It's disgusting," she warned.

"Actually, Imogen, can I talk to you privately for a quick sec?"

She shot me an even more suspicious glance. "Yeah sure."