How It Began
In the end she opted to wear a loose t shirt, bleached jeans and a jacket. her heart felt like rabbits were parading all over it. but her face was cool as ever as she dialed his number. he was late. when she actually wanted to be the one that was late, so she could check out the prey/predator. whichever he turns out to be, she has yet to determine.
“are you a wine and dine sorta person, or a mamak person?’ he texted beforehand.
“fortunately for you i’m both : ),” she replied.
he suggested somewhere safe, somewhere comfortable, somewhere grey, coffee bean.
and they met.
and immediately she knew.
she was prey.