Tattoos and Lies

"How about I take you to dinner?" The tall dark figure leans over me.

I laugh. "We don't have matching tattoos."

He shakes his head. "I notice the lack of a wedding band on your finger. You haven't found him yet. I am not him but I'd like to treat you to a dinner. Not a date."

I look at Mary who takes the signal and walks away. "Why? What's the catch?"

"No catch. I find you quite intriguing." His vocal pattern changes not once. Every word out of his mouth seems rehearsed as if he's said it a million times.

"And if I say no?" I challenge.

"I assume you won't." He stares into my eyes. "You have many questions for me stirring through your head. Give me one dinner and I shall answer one question."

I scoff and roll my eyes. "Excuse me but I don't even know your name. No. I'm not having dinner with you."

"Rebecca Marie Willson." He says quietly grabbing my arm. "I don't believe you're in the position to be turning me down. Are you?"

My heart begins to beat faster and faster in my chest. "How-"

"I know a lot about you Becky. Now how about that dinner?"

I nod. "Yes. Yes I'll have dinner with you." I whisper.

He releases my arm and takes my phone out of my hand, typing something quickly before returning it. I watch as he walks past me and out the door. Who is he?