Bill

"That was one of the best meals I have ever had!" Shann said.

"Mmh, I know. It was delicious! I don't know why I've never been to this place before. We should definitely come here more often."

"Oh, for sure. There's nothing on earth that could stop me from coming here again. Except...that waiter. He was a little-" She traced a circle around her ear. Crazy. "But everything else was wonderful. Yum."

Shann was right. The waiter had been a little cuckoo. I mean, how many waiters get mad at you for not hitting on them, or not ordering their favorite meals? I wanted to eat what I wanted to eat, not what he told- demanded- me to. Sheesh.

The restaurant we had found was little and out-of-the-way, but it was cozy and cute. I had loved it as soon as I saw it, and when I tasted the food, it became my favorite. Hands-down. The red walls decorated with rustic-looking clocks, pictures, and metallic decorations were adorable. The black tables and chairs should have made the place pitch dark, but the lights over each table provided the perfect amount of light for a friendly conversation and no need to search for your food in the dark. I loved the feel of the fireplace tucked away in the far corner- open, because it was used to cook the delicious bread that was served with everything. The ceiling was painted to look like an overcast sky, with clouds drifting across a blurred sun. It was gorgeous, even though at first it didn't sound like it.

Then the waiter brought the bill. He absolutely glared at me when he set it down on the table. It wasn't split, as we had asked him to make it, so we just decided to split it ourselves. I picked it up and scanned it quickly. Not as much as I had thought it would be-

Then my eyes found the message hastily scribbled at the bottom. I raised my eyes slowly and searched the room as subtly as I could. The waiter was sitting near the bar, waiting for custom, but he was staring straight at me. I gasped and looked away. His eyes were haunting. I turned back to the note, then looked at him again quickly. He saw my face and grinned, an evil grin that I wished I would never have to see again. But I knew I would.

The note read, "I will be watching you. You cannot run."