"There you are."
The blued eyed man took a seat next to Olivia. She continued reading her textbook. Guys were always flirting with her at the cafe.
"You're not going to greet me?"
"I don't know you."
"We talked on the phone for hours last night. I know your favorite drink is wine and your favorite food is popcorn."
"How do you know that?"
"I know a lot of things."
"Are you stalking me?"
"Is that what you're calling it now?"
"How do you know so many things about me?"
"You talked my ear off last night. Do you still want Thai food later?"
"Okay, this is getting creepy."
"Why are you being so weird? You were really excited to meet when we finished our conversation."
"I don't know you."
"You're Camille."
"That's it. I must resemble her. My name is Olivia."
"Camille is your nickname?"
"I don't know Camille."
"You're not interested anymore."
"I never was."
"Okay, I can take a hint."
"Thank you."
"I hope you call me later. I really like you."
"You don't even know me."
"Goodbye Olivia."
He slumped his shoulders defeated and humiliated. He was really looking forward to their date. She was even more beautiful in person. Maybe she was bored and looking for conversation last night. It was silly of him to assume she wanted more than a phone call. He was ready to give up online dating.
Olivia closed her book and stared out the window. The guy was cute, but he was coming on too strong. Was he stalking her? It was almost time for her next class.
"What's your name?"
He turned around with a nervous smile. "Fitz."
"I hope you find Camille."
"I hope I can hear about your day later."