Keith's gaze flitted up and down the round green fruit. He hummed curiously, his dark eyes alight with either curiousity or lust.

The watermelon sat temptingly in Keith's hands, and his mouth watered at the possible taste of its sweet inside. He, very gently, lowered the watermelon on the table, and exited the room. To get protection? Maybe.

Perhaps he had other plans in mind as he returned with one hand behind his back. The watermelon quivered, caused by Keith's heavy footsteps. As Keith sat down on the chair adjacent to the watermelon, he pulled his hand from behind his back. What was that?

The watermelon was confused, though it couldn't say so. It didn't have a mouth.

Keith, now fully ready, pulled it through the watermelon. His gaze brightened at the soft pink insides, and he made quick work of ruining the poor watermelon.

Keith exhaled, exhausted. He set his knife on the table, ready to go slash up someone else.

He quickly packaged the watermelon, and set it in his fridge. When he left the ravaged pink fruit, he stared back, longing in his eyes.

"See you soon,"