The Road Of Autumn [Interracial/WWBM]✔️

Chapter Three: Date?

The mind is an unconscious brand of fear and hope. Fear in what we know and hope in what we don't know. The reason being is that the mind is a wonderful place, forever expanding with knowledge. With knowledge being emitted as power, it can be quite scary. Then there is hope. The mind relies on the hope of the unknown to lull us into the world and disseminate wonders as well. Just as long as we do not know the very thing that makes our skin crawl, we will not fear it. Whereas if we are knowledgeable that we are one day doomed to fail at something, we will fear failure.

I stare at my watch, it's almost noon and here I am. I thought to call Karen and tell her of my conversation, but I went with my better judgment and decided not to. I know she would've told me to do exactly what I am doing, showing up. I am not one for meeting strangers, but I reiterate, there's something about the man's voice that assured me, it would be okay.

"Would you like to order now ma'am?" The waitress asks for the second time.

I have been here for quite awhile, waiting for the stranger. When I first entered, of course, a waitress greeted me and I seldom told her I was waiting for a friend.

I even laughed to myself as I thought about my insanity. Refereeing to a complete stranger as my friend. Not such a smart move for a woman like me. But I reiterate, there was something about this stranger that opts me to investigate further into who he actually is.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes. He's still not here.

Now my second thoughts are kicking in. Maybe I should've come here to meet a complete stranger. He could kidnap me and my only argument would be that I was curious. Silly Autumn always finding different ways to play with fire.

Gathering my things, I grumble to myself about my stupidity. Just as I was turning to leave, his voice calling from behind me.

I turn, trying to locate the stranger.

There he is. The man with the beautiful, soul-searching eyes. His boyish smile, even more, attractive than I remember. I even find myself blushing a bit as he approaches me.

"I didn't know you were here, I looked everywhere for you" He smiles.

God that smile could outshine the nebula.

"I-I... I have been here for thirty minutes. Thinking you were late"

He chuckles, shaking his head.

"Wow... Well since we've found each other... How about we kick off this date with an appetizer" He charms, placing his firm hand on the small of my back.

Whether it was his sudden, bold move or the momentary contact of his rather huge hand compared to my small framed back, I felt a sudden chill.

"I honestly didn't think you would come" He made small talk as we approached his booth.

"I didn't think I would either" I shrug, my old demeanor returning.

This is the man that had conned me into a "date" after chasing me down. I may be going absolutely insane. I didn't expect to be so open with this stranger.

"So you're a writer? And an Artist? How does that work?" He asks, interrupting my thoughts.

I glance up at the mystery man.

Befitting fedora, the color of midnight. Dark Ray Bans, the color of midnight as well. Simple, leather biker jacket on top an ivory v-neck; fall scheme. Slim fitting denim.

This man's attire is even more mysterious than his intentional of wanting this "date". But then he smiles. Oh, that smile. His smile symbolizes reassurance. It's funny how the curve of a person's lips can make you so at ease.