That Night

Excerpt:
While I was reading I must of have drowned out the rest of the world but I heard the screeching of the chair across from me moving back. Looking up at the face attached to the arm I see a man in his late thirty with medium length brown hair and very bushy eyebrows. I'm not one to judge a book by its cover but he is very basic farmer boy. Taking a seat Without permission he sits back in the chair while sipping his drink. Deciding that since the bar was full he mustn't have been able to find a seat so I go back to reading. I get through four pages before he speaks, "whatcha reading?"

Leaning forward onto the small table he tries to look over the book to make eye contact, but I just continue to ignore him. This goes on for a while until my dinner comes. Setting the book down on top of my bag on the Floor I make room for my meal. The stranger sits back into his seat and watches as the redhead sets down my food quite aggressively. So she probably spat in my food I thought.