She had dreamed of this; of a man who could fulfill all of this that she wanted. He fulfilled her fantasies and yet she could not shake a feeling that it was too perfect. As he stepped out into the morning sunlight in front of her house, her giddiness from the previous night became a sickening uneasiness. Whether that was nervousness or fearfulness, she was unsure.
"You only wear four colors," he said.
"Excuse me?" Rhonda answered.
"You wear red, white, navy blue, or black, exclusively. It's very interesting," Tad said, smiling at her and offering his hand. She took it, her brow furrowed.
"Why do you know that?" Rhonda asked, her voice shaky.
Quick to answer, Tad said, "Oh, I've been to a few of your parties before. I noticed your beauty, of course, and remembered you."
"Oh," she exhaled, relieved, but she still felt something wrong deep down. "Where are we going?" she asked, as he led her to a car.
"It's a long drive but I know this diner in Olympia. It's amazing."
"O-okay," she answered, getting into the car. "It's like, 40 minutes right? I could get a limo or something. It'd be a more fun drive."
"No, I think this will be better. We can talk, we can pick music together."
"We can do that in one of my family's limos," she answered, trying and failing to sound regal.
"Rhonda, let's do this the way blue-collar, normal people do."
"Okay, but only this once," she said, making it as clear as she could that she was in power.