Chapter Two.

The next day began like usual. I woke up alone, had breakfast, got dressed and went to work for the day. By twelve 'o clock I checked my phone for any sign of a message or missed call from someone, but there was nothing. I quickly discarded my phone to my desk, and soon as it landed on the hard surface, it began to vibrate and ring.

I picked my phone up hurriedly, reading a call from an unknown number on the screen. "Hello." I answered softly.

"Hey, It's Bill. From lastnight." The smooth, honey-like voice of the handsome boy I met at the carnival spoke. "You gave me your number, remember?"

"Yes, sorry," I quickly replied. "Lapse in memory." I laughed and he laughed along. "I'm just at work at the moment."

"Should I call you back another time?" He questioned.

"No, no. I'm on my break so I'm good to talk." I smiled.

"Good. I was just wondering if you wanted to join me for dinner tonight? You can buy me a drink and I'll buy you dinner." The boy was grinning widely from his side of the phone. In the background was the sound of running water, and I could faintly hear it on my end of the conversation.

"Sounds good, Bill," his name rolled off my tongue so easily.

"I'll come get you around seven 'o clock?"

"Sure. I'll text you my address." I was grinning like a love-struck teenager. My heart was beating fast in my chest at the thought of going on a date for the first time in years. And with a handsome, model. Score.

"No need..." Bill trailed off, his voice seeming distant. I was in my own thoughts to even click to what he was saying. "I know where you live."

Before I had a chance to question him, the call was shut off abruptly, leaving me blinking.