Deadly

Got the idea at work and just fiddled around with it for a few minutes.

Eating at a restaurant alone is just something that I do. Every Friday night, I take myself out to a fancy gourmet place in whatever city I happen to be in. People usually leave me alone. But, as fate would have it, one night, someone didn’t ignore me. That was the night that I met him.

He didn’t know what he was getting himself into, flirting with me. He didn’t know that that by merely talking to me, he could put us both in danger of being killed. But how could he have known? And I certainly wasn’t in a position to tell him. He, too was eating alone. Lonely people are attracted to other lonely people, I suppose. However, I was alone by choice. And I was not lonely.