CHAPTER NINE
As he drove down the deserted dirt road, a heavy fog descended over the road. It made him smile. He liked the fog. There was something eerie about it.
And it made it easier not to be seen.
He kept his eyes out for the café that she had mentioned, feeling his mouth going dry in anticipation. He hoped that she looked just like her picture; you could never tell over the internet these days, not with all the fancy filters and things that women could use. Making themselves look like cartoons. He preferred the natural look.
He didn’t like being lied to either; and it was a form of lying, the way they made themselves out to be someone else online. Of course, he could be accused of doing the same. He smiled to himself again. He hadn’t actually lied to her though, had he? Just omit
