I know I said a while back I was working on something special. So I decided to share a little with you. This is a rough draft and only a sample of what I’m working on. So I hope you enjoy.
I sat there at my laptop in the small cafe, like I had done a thousand times before. I had found this little haven when I was working on my bachelors. I had spent many days just sitting in the cafe, drinking coffee and watching the people come and go about their busy lives as I tried concentrating on the assignments in front of me, the smells of the pastries and the coffee that seemed to soothe the mind and soul made this place my own little paradise from the hustle and bustle of the busy world. This probably wasn’t the best place for me to do my work because I loved to people watch. I could sit for hours and observe everyone wondering where they were coming from and where they were going. After a while I noticed that it was always the same people in the cafe. There never seemed to be anyone new. It must have been because it was kind of tucked away from the busy streets, so unless you accidently came across it or you looked it up on the internet, you would have never have known it was here.
Today was a little different. I had a new assignment that was given to me by my pushy friends. I was contemplating which photo I should use for my profile photo. I was trying to get back into the dating game after my wife had left me over a month and a half ago. It was difficult to try and figure out the best way to do it or if I really wanted to do it, after 5 years of marriage and you come home to find your wife is leaving you, can leave a man broken and wanting give up on love. But I decided why not, here I was 29 years old and there was really no need for me to sulk over what I couldn’t change anymore. I decided my best bet was to try the online thing again, after all that’s how I met my ex. But it all came down to the photo I was going to use, to show all the woman what a great catch I would be.
As I searched through my photos on my laptop trying to find the perfect one, my mind started to wander again. I started to think back to my childhood. How much fun and easier it seemed. The only thing I had to worry about was getting my homework done and how much later I could stay up to play video games or watch tv. That was the good life. Why can’t we do that as an adult? Why do we all have to grow up and be serious?
As my mind came back to reality, I had a sudden uneasy feeling come over me, like something or someone was watching me. I hadn’t noticed the person in the corner before. I was sure they weren’t there a moment ago. From my seat I could see everyone that came and left that little cafe and I was sure that person never came in the door. They sat there with a news paper held up in front of them, but I was sure they had been staring at me, watching my every move. I couldn’t see their face but by the way they were dressed, I could tell they didn’t belong here. Almost everyone that came to this little hole in the wall cafe was dressed in their, how would I put it? Their “Boho” fashion. I tried my best to blend in with my tight jeans and sweatshirt but this person didn’t even try. They sat, their legs crossed in their black pinstripe suit and what I can only guess as Italian made shoes. They definitely stuck out, in a place like this.
I went back to my photo searching but kept an eye on this person in the corner. I must have sat there for about half an hour searching through these stupid photos contemplating each one. This was going to be harder than I thought. I didn’t like any of them, none of them reflected the new me. But I wasn’t going to give up hope. As I continued to search, I noticed something odd about my friend in the corner. This entire time of them sitting there, not once had they turned the page of their news paper. Either they were an extremely slow reader of something wasn’t right and just thinking this made my hair on my arms stand up.
I looked at my watch and realized how late it was getting and I needed to be somewhere. I gathered up my stuff and headed for the door. As I walked out and headed for my car at the end of the parking lot, something I did often because it helped me get more exercise in. As I got to my car, I got that weird feeling again, like I was being watched. I walked the last remaining steps to my car, opened the back door and threw my stuff on the seat. As I closed the door, I took a quick glance in the direction I had just came from and noticed that same person in the suit standing outside with their back towards me. This was getting a little too creepy for me. So I jumped into my car and drove as fast as I was allowed to away from the area. Being a little paranoid after the incident that just happened, I kept checking my rearview mirror to make sure I wasn’t being followed. So far so good. I seemed to be the only one on the road. Feeling a calm come over me and my paranoia subsiding, I turned on the radio to clear my mind. It was going to be a long drive and I needed my head clear. I was headed to Las Vegas with some friends. The plan was I was to leave Bakersfield by 12, pick up my friends in Barstow then make it to Vegas by 6 or 7. The plan was a sound one in my mind and I always liked sticking to a plan. But knowing my buddies, it wasn’t going to work out this way.
As I made my way to my house, I didn’t notice the black sedan following me. As I pulled into my driveway and got out of my car. The sedan pulled up blocking me in. As I was about to start yelling at them to move their car, a figure got out. I didn’t recognize the face but the suit was unmistakable. It was the person from the cafe! How did they manage to follow me home? I had made sure there was no one following me when I left. They must have been watching me for a long time before now. I was now frozen in fear. What was I to do? I could run, but where to? I wouldn’t make it inside, there wouldn’t be enough time to get my keys out and into the lock and unlock the door. I could run to my neighbors but they work during the day so the chances of someone being home to help was pretty slim. I had no options and if I did they were going away fast because this man was coming closer. The closer he got the more scared I became. This was not a friendly look character. He had jet black hair that had been cut clean and tight that parted on one side, his eyes were sunken in and he had a prominent brow ridge that cast a shadow over his eyes. His nose was wide and tucked close to his face. He had thin lips that neither made a smile or a frown. He had a huge scar that ran from his mouth almost to his ear. I swear he looked like he had just stepped out of a gangster movie.
As he walked closer, I wanted to scream for help but was afraid of what he might do to me. Closer and closer we walked and still I did nothing. If only now I had taken that defense class or maybe carried a gun, then I could have defended myself better. But no I didn’t want to, I kept telling myself that nothing would happen to me, I’m a nobody and not worth doing anything too. How stupid I was to think that.