A Second Location
The thought of eating in a fancy restaurant made me nervous. No good, now his stalker would know exactly where he lived.
For a more crowded setting,
His laughter was infectious. “Are you still not convinced to believe me? Not at all an issue there. Then maybe we should go to a restaurant. We can turn this into a serious date.” I went along with his suggestion of an unexpectedly pricey downtown eatery that he recited quickly.
Twenty minutes from now, I’ll be there.