She sat at an outside table at the cafe slowly sipping her coffee. She went through the newspaper slowly, same old news until one article caught her eye.
Another woman attacked, blocks from here! As she read the details she realized it was around the same time she’d returned from home the previous night. A shiver went through her as she wondered how close she came to being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She jumped as a deep voice filled her ear “Shame isn’t it? A woman can’t even walk alone at night now”
She looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun to see a vaguely familiar face.
“Sorry if I startled you, I’m Josh” he said as he held out his hand.
She was a little leery as she shook his hand, unable to place his face, “Stacey” she replied.
He smiled as he sensed her nervousness, and he waited to see if she would ask. She did not.
“Anyway, nice to meet you, I’m off to do my shopping. Probably see you again sometime” and off he went.
She finished her breakfast, left the paper behind for the next patron and went to do her own shopping.
Her spirits started to lift as she went from stall to stall and friendly banter was exchanged with the owners and staff; they were used to her Saturday morning visits.
He knew her routine so he did not have to follow her, instead he went ahead and smiled at her as a few times she ended up next to him at a counter.
Finally as she neared to end of the market he was there; “Hey, are you following me Stacey?” he joked.
As she laughed she realized this is why he must seem familiar, she had probably seen him around the market before.
He looked down at all her bags “Can I give you a hand? Do you live close?”
“No, it’s alright, I’m not far. Do you live close?”
“Yes, just a few blocks away.” he replied
She stood feeling a bit awkward, “Well I’m off home then, nice to have met you”
“And you Stacy, have a great weekend” he said
He stood watching her walk away, thinking that tonight he would dream of her at his feet.
Saturday evening was warm and clear.
After she finished dinner she took a glass of wine and sat on the balcony, enjoying the quiet, unaware of him in the shadows.
His eyes took in her body. Her long legs were bare, her shorts rode up as she rested her feet on the banister. He imagined he could smell her heat.
He watched her sip her wine, her tongue flicking out to lick a stray drop from the edge of the glass. He could almost feel the softness of that tongue against his skin.
He wanted to walk by casually, perhaps strike up a conversation, but he felt it was best to wait. He wanted her off guard, he wanted her to invite him into her home. Once invited in she would be his.
So he watched, and planned the things he would do with her….