Rootbeer Float

6 Months Later

These days have been quite. I go to main office twice a month and stay home with Tink the rest. We go for runs around the perimeter on the path I made 3 months ago. My land is now surrounded by a 10 foot brick wall. Sensors cameras are hidden in the trees just in case shit goes down.

I don't take Tink to the dog park anymore. One dog owners called the police on my baby. Saying he was too big and looked dangerous. He was just as big as the great Danes but nooooo they called the Popo on me. The other dogs played well my him. No fights just running around. The officer told the gentleman that my dog was well within rights to play at the park and not to call them unless it is an emergency.

Zoe comes over for dinner every now and then. She is a good friend in this dark fucked up world. She is trying to convince me to go out in the dating world. The keep telling her that I wasn't ready yet. One night we both got a little bit too Tipsy and she finally convinced me to join a dating site. She did minor changes here and there but other than that I didn't put too much information. If they really want to get to know me they would have to ask. All I got was "Hey beautiful. Wanna come to my house?" "Hey sexy. Want to swap pictures?" I ignored those messages. They didn't look like they were worth responding to anyway. More than likely they just wanted a booty call or they were bots.

I was sitting on my patio drinking my green tea latte. My phone vibrated and I looked down at it. Another message. I ignored my phone and continue to enjoy my night. When I got out of the shower I finally took my phone. It was a message from a man named Mathias. His message read.

"Hello Jemma. This may sound weird but would you like to get a Roobeer Float with me? We could chat and get to know each other."

I stared at the message. This is a new one. It sparked my curiosity so I sent him a message back.

"I will only get a Rootbeer Float with you if you try a Cherry Coke Float with me."

There. If he response accordingly than I will give him a chance. First Grave on the Right. I haven't read this series in a very long time. I pick up the book and get thru half of it in a blink of an eye. Charlie and Cookie are a hoot. I love them. Checking the time on my phone I notice that I have received another message from Mathias. I smile and put my book down.

"I will try them all with you. I am dying to try a orange creamsicle float. Something cool on these hot summer days."

Yep. This is a conversation I can keep having.

Our messages went back and forth like this for 3 weeks. I found out he is a 5 years older than me, no kids, loves Grimm and Bones TV series, plays Assassin Creed, and he had a wolf/German Shepard dog. What are the odds of that. We are going to go on our first date tonight. There is a diner that he suggest that serves all kinds of floats 24/7. The diner is only 7 miles away.

I went to pick out a black Sequin Mesh Overlay Blouse with my dark blue skinny Jean's and knee high black boots. I call this combo Kill or Be Killed. Plus the shirt makes it difficult to focus on my extra jelly.But I must say, I look that darn good.

I make sure Tink has enough food and water. Check. Doggies door functional. Check. Cameras set on record. Check. Keys to Pain and wallet. Check.

I drive myself to the diner. This is our first date. I still don't know for sure if he is a serial killer or not. I pull up to the diner and spot the Black Jeep Mathias was describing he drove. I parked the car and started walking to the doors. I saw him in the distance and man he looked devine. He wore a grey button up with dark blue jeans. His long dark blonde hair was pulled back. Hanging loose down his back. His beard was full and neat. Not a hair out of place. Men with beards were my weakness. Peter didn't have a beard. He said it man people look unsanitary. He should know since he was the very definition of it.