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Abigail POV

I was walking on cloud nine on my way to the office after seeing my mystery man that I now know is called Rafael, and the fact that he asked me out gave an extra bounce to my step. This was too much just for it to be coincidence, this is what I call pure luck.

I walk into the building that I work in and I get into the elevator to take my up to the floor where I work. Just when the doors to the elevator were starting to close, a hand got in the way to block them. It was Carter, he worked in the floor above from where I work and honestly he gave me a creepy vibe. I decided to pretend that I was checking my email so maybe he would think that I was busy and not talk to me, but I guess I am not as lucky as I thought I was.

"Hey, how are ya?" He asked, and all I wanted to do was evaporate. It has seems that my luck has run out, oh well it was fun while it lasted.

"I am doing well, how about you Carter?" I relied. The elevator was almost to my floor so I guess I can do small talk while it got there.

"I'm really good now that I got to see you. So hey when are you going to let me buy you a drink or something?" He asked. I wanted to tell his that I would rather get a root canal then go out for drinks, but I saw this guy almost every day I didn't want to start my day on an awkward note.

"You know, we are really busy right now trying to get the new issue of the magazine ready and I still have at least two articles to finish and send out to my editor so I can't but maybe so other time." I told him. Just when he was about to reply the elevator doors opened to my floor, and I nearly sprinted out of there before Carter could say anything else.

I walked into my office and checked my message and wrote down a list of what I needed to get done today. I had 10 minutes before my 9 o'clock meeting so I decided to go and see what Emma my best friend was up to. I knocked on her door and waited for a response.

"Come in." She said.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing much, just reading over this article I wrote before I sent it off to the editor." She told me, without looking up from her computer screen. Then she asked, "What did you do?" How she always knew that I had news to tell her I will never know, but I have learned not to question it.

"Well do you remember I told you about the guy that bumped into me in the street about a week ago?" She just nodded, she was still paying attention to her screen. "Well I talked to him again today." That caught her attention, because she turned to look at me with wide eyes.

"Are you serious what did you say, what did he say, did you finally get his name?" She was just asking question after question, I don't even know how her brain could come up with so many questions so fast. I was about to answer when Laura another writer walked into the office and told us that the boss was in the conference room ready for the meeting. That is how the rest of my day went just meeting after meeting trying to get this month's issue ready. When I finally got back to my office it was almost 6 o'clock and it was time for me to go home after a long day. I went to Emma's office to see if she was there and to see if she wanted to go out to get a bite to eat but when I went to her office she wasn't there.

I headed to the elevator when I felt like someone was looking at me. I turned but no one was there so I decided that it was probably in my imagination. I headed out into the city to take my daily route to get to my condo that was only a couple blocks away. I was about to turn the corner when I got that strange feeling again. I was getting nervous so when my phone started ringing it made me jump. I got my phone out of my purse. When I looked down I didn't recognize the number but decided to see who he could be. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Rafael."

"Hey." This was all that I could think to say at the moment I was anxious to get home. I wasn't really thinking straight so that was all I could think to reply.

"Are you busy?" Rafael asked.

"No, I'm just walking home." I tried to hide the nervousness from my voice. I really liked this guy and I didn't want to scare him off. I was trying to think of something to say but my mind completely blank.

"Oh, well I was wondering if you were free this Friday at maybe 7." Rafael asked. This made me stop on my tracks. Holy shit, was this real? I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing was coming out. "If you are busy then maybe Saturday?" Rafael said. Shit, how long has he been waiting for me to reply.

"Friday works." I replied. I couldn't think of anything else to say. I wasn't usually like this. I am a confident person, I love to talk to people and get their opinion but when it comes to Rafael my mind goes blank. Then a shiver ran down my spine and I got this feeling in the pit of my stomach that someone was following me. "Hey I know this is going to sound really strange, but do you mind staying on the phone with me until I get to my apartment." I asked him.

"Umm, yeah sure. Are you okay?" he asked me.

"I have this feeling that someone is following me ever since I left work, and I know it's probably nothing but I would feel better if you stayed on the line with me." I confessed. I have never felt this paranoid before.

"I don't mind at all, it's good to be cautious. There are some really creeps out there. My job would be a lot easier if there weren't any." Rafael said. That sparked my attention, what exactly does he do that means dealing with creeps. I was about to ask him what he did for living when out of nowhere something jumped out at me.