Chapter 7: MEETING HIM 2.0
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He sits down on the table. Maddy asks him about the menu I think because I can’t hear them from here. He tells her something that makes her look at me. She comes near me. “ He said, he wants you to attend to the table,” Maddy says. “Okay” I reply. “ Do you know him or something” Maddy asks concerned. “Maybe, I am not really sure” I answer and start walking towards the table. “Good evening Sir! What would you like to order “ I manage to ask. He has this effect on me. I get goosebumps but I am not sacred. It feels good to be this near him. “Whatever is special here” he answers, his eyes not leaving mine. He has very beautiful eyes. “okay” I say and leave to fetch him his order. I come back with his order and place it in front of him. “Please take a seat, I want to talk to you” he says do casually if we know each other for a long time. I give him the “are you serious look”. “ There are no customers in the restaurant. You are free so please take a seat” he says but sound more like an order. I sit down. “What do you want to talk about” I ask. “How are you know. Have you recovered completely “ he asks which makes me a little uncomfortable. It means he was there, my gut feelings are right. He saved me but why. “ I am fine now. You saved me that night” I ask. “ Yes, I did” he answers while looking outside the window. “Why? Why did you save me” he looks at me as if I told him a joke. “ How did you even get there. It was the middle of the woods. Nobody was supposed to be there,” I add. “ I heard you. Asking for help.” He answers. He talks very calmly, it is soothing on your ears. “You heard me from the middle of woods?” I ask again. “Yes” is all he says. “Lucky me, I guess” I say sarcastically. “Do you remember what actually happened that night. The details, I mean” he asks. “ I had a drink and fell and had a concussion” I answer. He scoffs, “ you want me to believe that. I know you remember what happened. The details you gave the police but they didn’t trust you. So now tell me everything you remember from that night.” Is he angry or what but I am getting a little scared now. I tell him everything. He looks satisfied with my answers. “My friends and I are the one that saved you” he says. “ I want to ask just one question. Please tell me that truth. I saw wolves. Big one. What was that. When I told the police they didn’t believe me so please answer me. It is driving me crazy” I say. He lays back in the chair. Looking outside again. Thinking. “It was us. We can shapeshift. We are werewolves.” He answers. I am shocked. There is no way they are real but I saw them. But why would they help me. “ so you were in the woods then and heard me cry for help” I ask. “No we were at out packhouse. It is near the woods, when I heard you cry for help.” He is giving me quite details at this point. “Bit why. Why put yourself in danger. What if somebody saw you. What if they believed my account of the story”.
“ You really think somebody would believe you” He asks, raising his one eyebrow. “No, the made fun of me” I reply. “Exactly, people don’t believe the things they can’t see” he says.
“But you did not answer why you saved me. I doubt it was sympathy. You don’t seem the type” he looks like someone who would not give an F about anything happening around him. Then why save me?
“I actually don’t care what humans do to other humans. I am responsible for my pack and only they matter to me. But I did I save you. Why don’t you ask yourself the question. Think about it. Think about this meeting too. Think how you know when I am near you. Why you feel something. You feel the connection. Don’t you.” He gets up pays and starts leaving but he turns one last time. “Take care of yourself. Don’t tell anyone what I told you. They will call you crazy. We will meet again” and he leaves after handing me his business card. What on earth was that and why was I so comfortable with him. I don’t remember talking with someone like that and why is my heart craving for him. I am feeling some pain that I cannot name.
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