Please tell me what you think. I'm questioning whether I should go this direction or not. So I suppose this will be a trail run. (*Ugh!*)
This was getting old. The fifth time in two months since she'd got home from her trip? It was crazy. He couldn't be doing anything other than stalking her. Andrea sat in the coffee shop, staring at him through the front glass window. Finally, she made up her mind. She turned to her grandparents.
"Sorry, Gran. I've got to go. Be back in a sec," she muttered. Gran turned.
"You're not going anywhere!" she argued, catching hold of her granddaughter's wrist. Andrea looked at her, desperate.
"Gran… I think it's about Dad." She wasn't sure why she said it, but it immediately sounded correct and sinister. Gran just stared at her, and then she turned to Granddad.
"You got your gun?" she asked. He nodded and pulled it out of his coat pocket. Andrea blinked.
"Why's he got a gun? Gran, what's going on?"
"Where's this threat at, sweetheart?" Gran asked.
"Threat? I never said it was a threat, just that it had to do with Dad."
"You've been acting all jumpy since your trip with Tony. We all noticed; it was obvious," she said softly. Andrea turned back to the window, but the man in red was gone. She let out a sigh of relief she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She sat back down in the booth and stared at her coffee.
"What is it, sweetheart? What's wrong?" Gran asked. Andrea shook her head.
"I don't know. I… There's this guy I ran into at the Bay and he keeps following me around. I don't know, but it feels like he wants something form me… and from Dad, but I don't know what," she said. Granddad reached out a hand and took hers.
"It's okay, Drea. We would never let anyone hurt you." Andrea looked up and smiled at him.
"I know, Granddad. I'm just a little freaked out by this guy."
"You aren't even going to ask my name? Well aren't you polite," whispered a voice. Andrea jumped and spun in her seat. Granddad aimed his gun at the man behind her. He smiled in an amused-but-bored fashion and reached out to grab Andrea by the arm. Granddad out the gun right between the guy's eyes. But the man just tutted and pushed it aside.
"Now, now. Is that anyway to treat you're grandson-in-law?" he asked. Andrea's face went from shock-white to white-lipped fury. She turned and smacked the man across the face. He seemed slightly shocked.
"How dare you? Me and you? You really thought that? Somehow, I didn't see you being that stupid!" she spat and she reached back to hit him again, but he grabbed her wrist.
"Believe me! You are going to love this adventure!" he hissed. Andrea blinked, beginning to shake with rage.
"You aren't taking me on any adventures! I don't even know you!" He smiled mirthlessly.
"You will," he whispered then he turned to Granddad and Gran.
"This is goodbye forever, because you aren't going to see us again," he laughed. Andrea turned to look at them, but her eyes had just found Gran's when they were gone.