out,” she says with a laugh.
“Jade, please. You are a catch! He would be dumb to n ot want to be with you,” I say truthfully. “I’m so happy for you! I really hope this works out for you two. Let’s plan on a double date sometime.”
Jade squeals and claps her hands. “Yes!! That sounds awesome. But let me get a few more dates in with him first. I gotta make sure he isn’t a creeper or anything.” We both laugh. “I’m actually seeing him again tomorrow for dinner” she says excitedly.
“Awesome!” I reply, g enuinely happy for her. I know she has wanted to find somebody serious to settle down with. “Well,” I say, putting some money on the table for my coffee. “I need to get going, gotta make that trek back home. Julian said he’d be home for dinner tonight.”
“Alright, you drive sa fely, and be careful,” Jade says with her hands on my shoulders, looking me dead in the eye. I know she’s worried about me and my weirdo stalkers. Hell, I am too. “Text me when you get home, okay?” she says as she pulls me into a hug.
“I definitely will. Thanks for meetin g me. I’ll be talking to ya soon.”
I step outside the café and start walking towards my car, scanning all the vehicles that are lining the streets, making sure I don’t see a dark blue SUV anywhere. Luckily, I don’t. I could hope that it was nothing and that I was making a big deal out of something I shouldn’t, but something in the back of my mind told me I should be worried.
I hurry into my car, lock it and drive off towards my home. I have a good half hour drive so I find a good Pandora station and si ng along to my favorites on the way back. I make sure to check my rearview often because I don’t want whoever might have been following me, to follow me home and know where I live.
When I pull into my driveway , I am surprised to see Julian’s car there. He rarely comes home early. I grab my camera off the passenger seat so I can start editing the pictures tonight and make my way to the front door. I’m grateful that Ms. Anderson isn’t outside to stare me down again.
I walk into the house and drop my keys and purse on the little table by the door and gently lay my camera down. Don’t want to be dropping that. As I take a few steps further into the house, I hear Julian upstairs talking to somebody. I hear the floor creaking as well so I figure he is on the phone and pacing. I decide to leave him alone for now and go to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.
I love my kitchen. It has hardwood floors, as does the rest of the main floor, and my nice, big French door refrigerator is one of my favorite things in the kitchen. Well, that and the little mini bar that’s built into the side of the island in the middle of the kitchen. All of the appliances are stainless steel, the dark grey, gorgeous, granite tabletops go perfectly with the white cabinets we have.
I grab my phone and sit at the island in the kitchen and start browsing Facebook. I don’t really know why I do this so often, there’s never really anything too interesting to read about on there. Usually I get my entertainment from people posting vague updates about their “friends” or people talking about some sort of drama in their lives, and there’s even a few people who post their personal, marriage problems on there. I’m not sure why people do this, but it sure does keep me entertained. Facebook is my own personal soap opera. I scroll past several food pictures, some funny grumpy cat pictures, political pictures, and then I see a status by my friend Michelle. Her status reads, I’m tired of being the only who seems to give a shit, if you take me for granted, you’ll soon regret it. Hmm…another vague update but I’m guessing this is about her husband. Michelle has been married to Dylan for five years and they’ve been going through a rough patch lately. She doesn’t say a whole lot about what exactly is going on, but she has mentioned a few
“Jade, please. You are a catch! He would be dumb to n ot want to be with you,” I say truthfully. “I’m so happy for you! I really hope this works out for you two. Let’s plan on a double date sometime.”
Jade squeals and claps her hands. “Yes!! That sounds awesome. But let me get a few more dates in with him first. I gotta make sure he isn’t a creeper or anything.” We both laugh. “I’m actually seeing him again tomorrow for dinner” she says excitedly.
“Awesome!” I reply, g enuinely happy for her. I know she has wanted to find somebody serious to settle down with. “Well,” I say, putting some money on the table for my coffee. “I need to get going, gotta make that trek back home. Julian said he’d be home for dinner tonight.”
“Alright, you drive sa fely, and be careful,” Jade says with her hands on my shoulders, looking me dead in the eye. I know she’s worried about me and my weirdo stalkers. Hell, I am too. “Text me when you get home, okay?” she says as she pulls me into a hug.
“I definitely will. Thanks for meetin g me. I’ll be talking to ya soon.”
I step outside the café and start walking towards my car, scanning all the vehicles that are lining the streets, making sure I don’t see a dark blue SUV anywhere. Luckily, I don’t. I could hope that it was nothing and that I was making a big deal out of something I shouldn’t, but something in the back of my mind told me I should be worried.
I hurry into my car, lock it and drive off towards my home. I have a good half hour drive so I find a good Pandora station and si ng along to my favorites on the way back. I make sure to check my rearview often because I don’t want whoever might have been following me, to follow me home and know where I live.
When I pull into my driveway , I am surprised to see Julian’s car there. He rarely comes home early. I grab my camera off the passenger seat so I can start editing the pictures tonight and make my way to the front door. I’m grateful that Ms. Anderson isn’t outside to stare me down again.
I walk into the house and drop my keys and purse on the little table by the door and gently lay my camera down. Don’t want to be dropping that. As I take a few steps further into the house, I hear Julian upstairs talking to somebody. I hear the floor creaking as well so I figure he is on the phone and pacing. I decide to leave him alone for now and go to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.
I love my kitchen. It has hardwood floors, as does the rest of the main floor, and my nice, big French door refrigerator is one of my favorite things in the kitchen. Well, that and the little mini bar that’s built into the side of the island in the middle of the kitchen. All of the appliances are stainless steel, the dark grey, gorgeous, granite tabletops go perfectly with the white cabinets we have.
I grab my phone and sit at the island in the kitchen and start browsing Facebook. I don’t really know why I do this so often, there’s never really anything too interesting to read about on there. Usually I get my entertainment from people posting vague updates about their “friends” or people talking about some sort of drama in their lives, and there’s even a few people who post their personal, marriage problems on there. I’m not sure why people do this, but it sure does keep me entertained. Facebook is my own personal soap opera. I scroll past several food pictures, some funny grumpy cat pictures, political pictures, and then I see a status by my friend Michelle. Her status reads, I’m tired of being the only who seems to give a shit, if you take me for granted, you’ll soon regret it. Hmm…another vague update but I’m guessing this is about her husband. Michelle has been married to Dylan for five years and they’ve been going through a rough patch lately. She doesn’t say a whole lot about what exactly is going on, but she has mentioned a few
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