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Strange nights city1/22/2024 I was glad to discover he wasn’t an axe-murderer or anything, so I smiled when we reached the door, just about to thank him for giving me one of the best nights I had in a long time.īut before I could, he gave me a grim look, a sense of urgency in his tone, “call the cops, right now.”įor a moment, I stood frozen. He didn’t utter a word, complying easily, walking probably even faster than I was. “Let me walk you out,” I said too hurriedly. I flinched at the sound of the door unlocking and gave him a tight-lipped smile. This was totally bizarre! I could feel my hands shake and sweat, vigorously rubbing them against my jeans, calming myself down with good thoughts – people probably do this all the time or nothing’s going to happen, he’s just using the loo! I led him to my washroom, on high alert, standing at the door and keeping an ear out for any weird noises. I hoped I wasn’t making a grave mistake, so I kept my mom’s number ready to dial in case I suspected something strange.Īwkwardly, we both walked toward my door, as I fumbled with my keys and swung the door open. My face gave away my reluctance – it was obvious I didn’t want a stranger in my house! “I promise I’m not a thief or anything, I just really need a wee.”īiting my lip, I nodded hesitantly. But before I could say anything, he asked me, “do you mind if I use your washroom?” As we approached my gate, I thanked him for the lift and hesitated to ask for his number- still unsure if I wanted to see him again or let this be a strange, yet comforting, one night thing. The drive was prompt, soft music filling in the comfortable silences. I politely declined, but upon his badgering requests and puppy eyes, I gave in. It was 3:00 AM now, and I was ready to book my taxi, but he insisted on dropping me since he had a car, and my house wasn’t too far from the diner. It didn’t matter because we had a good time and didn’t even realize that we spent a whole 2 hours eating and chatting away. We were starving, so we ordered some burgers and milkshakes, eager to play out our fantasy of living in a small-town America, but the burgers were stale and the shakes watery. It was empty save an old woman sipping on cold tea, dozing while flipping through the latest edition of a fashion magazine. “Where can we even go this late at night?” I asked, fixing my seatbelt, watching intently as he started the car and changed the gears. It was in the middle of a particularly loud song, deep into the night, when he whispered into my ear, “do you want to get out of here?” I simply nodded. I introduced him to the rest of my friends, and they took a liking to him too I know because they kept teasing me and accusing me of twirling my hair and hiding my flushed cheeks. But I had come out with the intention of having a good time – so I made the effort of talking to him and even danced with him for a bit. The swaying bodies and involuntary regurgitation wasn’t a pleasure to deal with, but this is exactly the kind of night out I needed after weeks of exams and late-night submissions.Īt the bar, I met this boy, who although charming and kind, didn’t seem like the one for me. Saturday night in the city, my friends and I hit the town, promising to make it a night we would (or not remember) for the rest of our lives! The club was as crowded as ever, with people flooding the dance floor and the bar, ordering drinks they knew they couldn’t stomach.
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