Just a coffee. Just a coffee. Just a coffee.
Sylvie went through the words in her head over and over and finally agreed, following the man, Mark was his name, out of the bar. She caught a glimpse of Matt, who was staring in her direction, before opening the gate to Molly's patio and stepping out into the cold air.
She followed Mark up the stairs and into his apartment. The door read 305 and she stood, her back to the wall as he unlocked it and stepped inside. She felt a rush of cool air hit her face as she stepped in behind him, it sent a shivering chill down her spine and she thought for a second about making a run for it.
"Sorry about the temperature, the heater should be up and running soon," he whispered, taking her coat and hanging it on the front door.
She nodded and swallowed the pit in her throat, clasping her hands together. He motioned for her to take a seat on the couch as he left towards the kitchen for some mugs. Sylvie took a seat on the couch, shuffling her feet and looking around. She then noticed how bare the apartment was, no paintings or photos on the walls, barely any furniture besides the couch and coffee table. That alone was enough to make her feel quizzical and she leapt to her feet, grabbing her purse and heading quickly for the door.
"Where are you going?" she felt Marks figure behind her and swiveled on her heels to face him.
"I think I'm gonna go, got an early shift tomorrow." she tapped her foot on the ground, hoping to make the nerves disappear. She didn't wait for a response and turned back around, reaching for the doorknob.
She was met with a hard blast to the head immediately knocking her out. Before darkness consumed her she felt the cold hardwood floor on her back and saw Mark, looming over her, a wicked smile cursed upon his lips.