He laughs, the sound a little chilling especially since the laugh isn’t reflected in his eyes. He seems amused, like in the way Joker would be amused at something that others wouldn’t necessarily find funny.
“We’ve seen each other around,” he answers. “I’m Nevin. Nevin Petersen. You don’t have to introduce yourself. Amelia Brown. You’re a very beautiful woman Amelia.”
“Uh thank you.” This whole thing is bizarre. Why does this man know who I am and acting like we’re acquaintances when I’m certain we’ve never met before? First the two men outside and now this guy. This is way too creepy and makes me feel uncomfortable.
“You’re welcome,” he replies and reaches out to brush my cheek with the back of his hand. “Such a pretty face too.”
I move my face away from his hand but before I can repr
