I took the shopping bag from the counter before glancing at him. He was not someone I recognized.
"Hi," I responded, my voice cautious and keeping the wall of professionalism firmly in place.
"You’re Amelia, right?" he asked.
I looked at him, unable to hide the flash of surprise that flickered across my face. I hadn't seen this man a day in my life, yet he knew my name.
"Who’s asking?" I asked with my eyes narrowing.
He let out a small laugh. "Well, me."
"And you are...?"
"You do not need to know that," he said. "Not yet, anyway."
I felt a bit of unease. This wasn't a exactly standard "pick-up" line, especially when it's a total stranger who knows your name.
"Right. Well, that’s weird," I muttered, turning my shoulder to him. I had no interest in playing riddles with a total stra
