Murder she wrote

2. Hypothetically, if you killed someone...

I sat in the dark, outside the Café. I really hadn't thought it out— the place was closed at midnight! 

" I'm an idiot." I mumbled to myself whilst checking my phone again.

What was I thinking? A guy with my profession couldn't possibly try dating, right? Getting attached when one false move could end with a life sentence was probably the worst mistake I had ever made. 

" Hi. Jayjay, right?"

I turned towards the soft voice. It was a slender woman with short red hair. It fell on her shoulders like silky flames. Her eyes were either gray or blue— can't see a single thing in the dark, I really didn't think any of this through— and she wore one of those really long coats that you associate with detectives. 

" Hi! Um, yeah. Rylie?"

She smiled. 

" Yep. That's me. You can call me Rider, though. It's my surname and everyone calls me that."

" Well... I'll call you with your preferred name."

" Rider it is."

I smiled. That woman was already quite... Interesting. 

" While I walked over here, I noticed a churros place. Wanna check it out?"

" Sure."

A couple of minutes later, we were sitting in the grass with ginormous churros in our hands. 

" Okay... Um. Since we both have the same kind of search history... I'm guessing you're also a writer?" she said simply 

" I..." I hesitated. First date probably wasn't the best time to spring the whole I-kill-people-for-fun thing on a girl. " I guess you can say that. In my free time, yeah."

" That's really cool! I love writing. My friends call me weird for writing really... Gory stuff. I just really enjoy it."

" I enjoy weird too, you know."

" With your search history, I figured."

She took a huge bite into her churro, and licked the sugar away from her fingertips. She really was a pretty woman, in all simplicity. It didn't look like she had any makeup on, even though to be honest if she did I wouldn't notice. I'm a guy, so... yeah. 

" Metaphorically... If you were to kill someone, how would you do it?" I asked, my voice trembling a little 

" Wow. Intense. And... it's Hypothetically" she corrected with a side smile " Air shot between the toes, it'll look like a heart attack."

How the Gollum would she know something like that? It was really... Hot, in a way though. I had to open the top of my shirt to be able to breathe better, now. 

" Ok..." I breathed out 

Rider giggled. 

" You okay? Did you swallow your churro bad or something?"

" Yeah... Sorry."

I coughed a little to make it look convincing. She didn't need to know that her knowing about murder turned me on. 

" What does JJ stand for? Jason James? James John? Jimmy Jim?" 

I took a bite of my churro. It tasted like sugary goo. It really wasn't that good, but I pretended so I wouldn't look like a douche on my first date. 

" It actually stands for Jill Jake. It's... My parents tried to be original and failed miserably. I prefer going by JJ or Tom."

Rylie's grey eyes raised to mine. 

" Tom? Why Tom?"

" It's my surname— well my surname is Adam, but once a professor confused with me with the other JJ in my class and called me JJ Tom... And I liked it so I kept it."

" That's a strange backstory."

Strange is something you'll never get away from in my life... But she didn't know that yet.

" Can I steal it for my next book? You see, I was working on a murder novel with a guy named Ted that was gonna kill a bunch of people but my friend told me it was too Ted Bundy." 

" You can totally take it if you want, but give me like a credit at the beginning with something along the lines of " this story wouldn't have been possible without the handsome JJ Adams..."" 

" Don't get ahead of yourself. You're pretty cute, but I'm not calling you gorgeous in a book that's bound to be a bestseller."

" Now that's mean"

Rylie took another bite of her churro.

" These are really disgusting aren't they?"

" I... I thought you liked them."

" I thought you did."

" Gosh... Let's go order some late night Chipotle or something."

" I don't like meat."

" Is it the right moment to tell you I'm a butcher?"

" That's a real deal breaker."

I chuckled.

" You're someone who doesn't like meat but writes about murder."

" So do you, don't you?"

" Fair point."