You were there.
Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. This story's plot belongs to me.
Chapter Four
"This can't be a coincidence." I am almost shouting. People look at me with irritation. I am in the college paper offices again, with the paper right in front of the columnist's face.
"Just look at me. This person has described exactly what I'm wearing now and I have not changed since last night. I need to know who that person is cause all this is really annoying me." The girl looked a little frightened.
There was a phone call, some whispers and notes, some "...you have to take care of this..." and I am then told to go to the chief editor's office. I tell everything again, ask for the e-mail address and names, threaten to go to the police. Nothing. Personal data not available, especially since people are paying for these ads. The snob lady behind the huge, busy desk almost kicks me out.
"Sorry Miss. Personally I would never remember what you would be wearing since last night. Half girls like you wear similar clothes. You could be any of them. Now, if you 'll excuse me, I have tones of work to do."
She had a point, I am totally plain. I leave the office and walk back home. I am convinced someone is stalking me and make sure to have all locks secured. I read again the paper.
""You were there, behind the bar. Dark jeans, purple royal blue sweater, black jacket, pony tail, Withering Heights-2005 edition."
He must have seen me while reading. There were hardly two or three customers and I was totally bored last night.
Then it hits me. I served this person last night. They were all men.
