Chapter 3

"Mysterious Mr. Perfect"

This week proved to be a little more tolerable. Things were looking up ever since I met my European Mystery Friend. Ever since that day in the store, I've been thinking of him nonstop. And I didn't have a whole lot of information about him. I also have been listening to my favorite song almost twenty out of the twenty four hours. I kept thinking what he told me about it. I almost wanted to go to the store and see if he was there getting things.

I actually had an off day from work and planning on doing some serious hard work resting the day away, but I received a text message from my friend.

You never did tell me about that guy you ran into three weeks ago. What was his name?

I realized I never asked his name, mainly because I didn't simply ask, and also, he was simply too handsome for me. I responded moments later pretending I was doing something besides slacking off.

You know, I never did ask him, but I ran into him last week about the same time. Weird?

Is he a creeper?

I then thought about my answer. What if he was? It was kind of odd how it happened twice. I began to get curious to see if it would happen again.

Why would you think that? He is from another country. Maybe that's how people in his country meet. By literally running into each other?

There was a long time until I recieved another text from her. In that time, I decided to see if it would happen a third time. I got dressed and headed out the door. I made up a grocery list and parked my car when I got there. I all too hastily walked to the store, grabbed a little shopping basket and walked around for a while, pretending to shop. Then the reply came.

I don't think that's how anyone greets one another. Btw, do you want to come over this weekend? We are having a cookout if you want to come.

Finally, a real reason to go shopping!

Sure! Do you want me to bring anything?

Her reply told me to bring beer and chips, so I added them to my list.

On and on I shopped. I think I lost track of time. Last time I checked my phone, it was about 2 o'clock.

It was now 4 o'clock. Two hours! I went shopping for two hours, and all I have in my basket is a loaf of bread, which I didn't even have on my list. I guess he wasn't here this time. Of course, it had to be coincidence. I finished up shopping and headed to the check-out. From there, I went to my car. I heard a car horn blaring behind me, and I told him to screw off. I think he heard me as I heard a car door close. I got scared and closed my door. Who said that? Wasn't me. Honestly.

Then there was a knock at my window.

The familiar face of my handsome European somehow found it's way back into my line of sight. I blushed slightly as he smiled.

"Nice car." He said rather appreciatively. "Declasse Merit, right?"

"Yeah, it's not all that impressive. I see what you're driving. That's one sexy looking Infernus." And one sexier man driving it.

"Well, you know. I guess I wanted to impress some chicks with it. Get me some young college girls with fake titties."

That comment irked me. Here I am, doing what I think to be flirting with him, and he'd rather get some easy girl who'd say yes to the first guy with a dollar. I tried to hide the frustration on my face.

"Do you want to check it out? I know you are more than itching to see it."

"How do I know you won't screw me and hide me in a ditch somewhere?" I snapped.

"Whoa, chill out. I was only kidding about what I said. I'm not like that."

Who does he take me for?

"Prove it, buddy. I barely know you, then you ask me to hop in your car?"

"These are dark times indeed when people can't trust one another."

"Have you seen the news lately? Some guy killed another guy last week in cold blood. There was no witnesses and the killer is on the loose."

He looked off somewhere in the parking lot. Something wasn't right with him.

"Okay. I'm sorry I was a dick. I'm really not that bad of a guy. I just do what I need to do."

I have no idea what that meant. He really is a totally different guy from a few weeks ago.

"Look, who ever you are, what are you all about?"

"Oh, here's my song. Turn it up a little." He heard the song from my radio.

It was really getting awkward now. He's dodging all of my questions. I turn off my radio and step out to look him in the eye. He stepped back a little I noticed. If he was really dangerous, he'd try and hurt me. He's keeping his space from me.

"I think we started off on the wrong foot. I really think we should start entirely over. Maybe get a coffee or something. I'll give you my number. We can hang out sometime. To be honest, you seem pretty cool, and I'd like to get to know you a lot more than just the girl I keep running into at the store."

That really caught me off guard. Did he actually ask me to hang out with him? He's a stranger for crying out loud! He could have dark intentions later on for me, he could have a house full of corpses, he probably doesn't even have a cousin named Roman! That's probably his pet name for his dog that is the neighborhood terror!

All that irrationality flew out of my head as I gave him my phone. He typed in his number and saved it under a strange name. "Grocery store stalker lol"

I pondered why he did that and looked at him. He had a goofy smile on him.

"Text or call me if you want to hang out or something." He nodded his goodbye again and went into the store.

Damn it. I forgot to ask his name again. The phone number, stupid. Text him and ask him what his name is!

I fiddled around with my phone and began to type my question. However, I didn't hit send yet. I thought out my actions first. I don't want to text him right away. I don't want to sound so easy. I think I'll give it a day or two and text him back. Besides, I have a party to attend this weekend, and I don't want to be thinking of him at the party. I saved the message and headed home, but not before checking out his fire red car. It really looked cool, and I wondered how much it costed. Holy crap! Is he rich!? There's no way a guy loaded with cash is interested in me. Dream perchance, I guess.