Empty Chair

"What's your story?" he said abruptly.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I see you come in the bakery everyday. You buy two hot chocolates, two cookies, sit here, eat one of each, you don't even touch the other two, and leave. Now, my only question: what is your story?" He slid in the booth across from me and stared with inquisitive eyes.

"I don't know you." I spoke for the first time since he came over here.

"Good. That means we're on the same page when it comes to knowing each other." I almost laughed, he was very quick with his answers.

"Why do you want to know my story?"

"You peek my interest."

I sighed. "Well, good luck getting to know my story. I have to go." I got up to leave when he spoke.

"At least tell me your name?"

"Heather." I replied.

"Last name?"

I was already at the door when I called back, "Next time."