"It will happen when you least expect it. Just know it will happen." He told her.
She had no idea what he would have planned, but it didn't matter. The tone of his voice, and the excitement of the unexpected had her wanting and willing to try. After all she is the one who suggested it.
Was she getting herself in too deep telling him not to hold back on the fear factor? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows, she may end up loving it.
He was one who disappeared at times when he needed time for reflection. Knowing his past, she understood during these episodes, and let him be.
Waitressing at a local diner was her muse until he came from his shell again.
A week passes, and as she closes up the restaurant, an uneasy feeling takes residence in her gut. Although to her surprise, she knows she can feel his presence. He may not be close but she feels her stomach flip happily yet frantically when he even thinks of her.
She finally locks the doors at the front of the diner and takes the trash to the bin out back. She falls into her beat up junkie of a car, and starts the engine. Her legs and feet ache from being on them for a double today.
She turns the key twice only to hear the click of a dead battery.
"Dammit." She whispers.
She will be walking home.
Stupid car.
If she could afford a new one she would invest, but times are tough these days. She checks the compartments of the vehicle, making sure she has all she needs and proceeds to exit and lock the car.
She descends down the street, earbuds filling her ears with music, not paying attention to her surroundings.
A song ends and before another can begin the rumbling of an engine catches her attention.
Turning, her stomach feels sick instantly, and she rips the headphones from her ears. She turns quickly trying to find the imposing threat.
But as she scans the residential street, there are no vehicles running, no vehicles mobile at all.
