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I roll my eyes. “Thanks, but sorry, please return it to the sender,” I tell her firmly. “I’m not going to accept it.”
The distress on her face is evident as she reluctantly takes the drink away. It’s not the first time I’ve had to deal with unwanted attention, and I’m not about to entertain any advances from strangers today.
Instead, I pull out my phone and text Sophie, asking her where she is. Her response reassures me that she’s only ten minutes away. I decide that I’d rather pay my bill and meet her outside than sit here, being pestered by unwanted company.
I signal for the waiter to bring me the bill, my mind already focused on the impending conversation with Sophie. The bar’s atmosphere remains lively, filled with the laughter and conversations, but I’m eager to leave.
The waitress returns with the bill, and I open my wallet and ruffle through the credit cards picking one owned by Peggy Stunners and passing it to her.
“Sorry, the POS is by the bar,” she says.
Fuck!
“Let me guess, by the charming drink buyers?”
She gives me a sympathetic smile. “I am really sorry. Do you need anything else?”
I stare at my half-drunk glass of water and plate of nachos. “No, that will be all.” I take out a ten-dollar bill I have in my pocket and pass it to her. “For your troubles.”
She smiles, thanks me and puts it in her pocket.
I stand, straighten my clothes and then follow her to the bar. “Let’s get this over and done with.”
One of the business men nudges the other two and they turn their attention to me. Fuck this! The way they are undressing me with their gazes unnerves me.
“Hey Harlem, pass me the POS,” the waitress says. The bartender passes her the card machine and I pass her the card.
I am waiting for her to run the card when one of the men, I am going to assume the one who is trying to buy me drinks, stands with two tumblers in hand. God! Can’t he just take a fucking no as an answer?
I feel myself freeze up as he approaches, a huge leering smile plastered on his face.
“Hey beautiful, take a shot with me.” I am ready to shut him down when I notice something peculiar about one of the tumblers. It is fizzing a little more than the one in his left hand.
Is he fucking kidding me?
“Sorry but I don’t drink,” I tell him.
I give him a half smile, wondering what is taking so long with the credit card. The damn card does not even belong to me.
“Okay then!” I am expecting him to turn and leave, but he pulls out a silver card from his pocket instead. I eye the card suspiciously.
Bobby Spears: Head of Accounting at MaySilver Accounting Firm, and just below it, his phone number.
“Call me sometime. Maybe I can get you to change your mind.”
I give him another half-smile and make a show of putting the card in my pocket. “Sure.”
The waiter says, handing me the credit card, “Sorry for the delay.”
“That’s okay.”
I turn to make my way out of the cafe when from the corner of my eye, I see Bobby stand and walk in my direction. He is very calm and collected but my guess is that he thinks he can corner me one more time as I wait for an Uber or something.
Just to test my theory, I increase my pace and notice that he does the same.
I am not one to kill anyone who is not on my list, but the world would not miss an extra sex offender, would it?
As soon as I push the door open, I turn around to do a quick sweep of the place. Almost everyone seems to be mid conversations, not realizing that I am being followed. All except one man who locks eyes with me.
