Sorry I wandered away for a bit but here he is!
Alias isn't mine, don't sue please.
Sydney wandered throughout the garden, smelling the roses and taking it all in. She saw him there. He looked so out of place with that designer suit. She decided to ignore him. Finding a soft pink one she buried her nose deep in it.
When she looked up, she saw a man in a black suit. A chill ran up her spine. She pretended not to see the man. Instead she walked under the archway and sat by the fountain. She opened up the book she brought and tried to read.
A shadow passed over her book. She kept reading unfazed. The man in the designer suit sat opposite her on the other side of the bench that ran around the fountain. Sydney was still trying to read when he spoke to her. His voice was smooth with a lilting British accent. She smiled politely as he introduced himself. Sark. His name is familiar.
Sydney hesitated, wracking her brain as she thought of a name to tell him. She was still smiling while she stalled. A shadow crossed over her book as she closed it. She turned around and saw the other man standing right behind her.
She nervously smiled at him. The man didn't smile back. She turned back to look at the man named Sark. He was smiling at her. I've got to leave. Say goodbye. Get out of here. "Well...nice to meet you." She got up and left the fountain.
Sydney tried to appear calm as she walked back up to the parking lot. She spotted another man in a black suit sitting in a car. The car was next to hers. She panicked but nevertheless walked to her car. The man watched her as she opened her car door and got in. She started the engine and backed out. The man watched her in his rear view mirror.
She briefly relaxed as she drove away. That was weird. She turned on the radio and relaxed more. Singing along to one of her favorite songs, she continued on down the road. She glanced a look in her rear view mirror. Sark was in the passenger seat of that same car. The car that was following her from up on the hill. They're not following me. Stop overreacting. She turned up the volume and looked at the clock. In twenty minutes. Her heart raced but she continued driving until she reached a stop sign. She stopped and again looked in her rear view mirror. There was a different car behind her. She smiled. See?
She was driving down the same road when out of nowhere she suddenly panicked and whipped around the next corner. She drove past rows of houses and looked in the rear view mirror. She fearfully met his eyes What is this? Sydney accelerated and thought rapidly. Where? Where? Where to go?
She stopped at a light and turned another corner and merged into traffic as fast as the car passing by would let her. She let out a slow breath and waited for the right road sign. There. Sydney changed lanes and exited the road. Again she looked in the rear view mirror. No one. Breathe Syd. She looked at the clock. Ten minutes. Crap. Think, think. She kept driving. What to do with the car?
She wound around corners, driving uphill then downhill, again and again. She had to find somewhere. She was running out of time. Seeing a parking garage, she pulled into it. Finally. She drove to the second floor and parked. Sydney stepped out of her car. He stepped out of the car across. Sark. Why is that name so familiar? She pretended to ignore him and moved towards the elevator. He was faster and blocked it. Fearfully she met his blue eyes. Then she saw the stairs.
And ran.