Daily Prompt: You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?
“Right. You’ve been looking for me?” I have an uneasy feeling in my stomach.
I look at the man and assess the situation that has arisen. The stranger wears his dark hair short and fiddles with the bottom button of his suit. Almost as if he is nervous. He awaits my response with intense grey eyes.
“Sorry, I – I don’t think I know you,” I utter as surely as I can. I tap the side of my mug nervously.
“Will you come with me? I need to show you something. And it’s important.” The gunpowder eyes glisten and seem so sure of themselves. But I don’t know this man.
“Sorry, but no thanks.”
He nods and smiles quickly. “No problem. Thanks anyway.” And like that, he’s gone.
I sit for precisely ten seconds, counting each second with a tap of my nail on the mug. Chink Chink Chink. My eyes follow the stranger as he trots across the road, hands shoved into his suit pockets as protection against the autumnal chill outside.
I can’t help myself. I grab my coat and swish out of the café, keeping my distance as I follow the man round the corner.