Stalker

a lucky fall

It was around lunch time, i was sitting in the cafe reading a magazine, when i heard someone whisper my name. The cafe was packed with customers so i ignored it and kept browsing. There it was again, a tiny voice, whispering my name. Trying not to draw attention to myself, i whispered back
"Who are you?" But i was startled when the voice replied,
"Your secret lover" in a cold voice i didnt recognize.
"I dont know what your talking about." i said, trying to sound confident, But i could feel my voice shaking. No answer. Confused, i left my half finnished coffee and exited the cafe.

Its the end of winter, and it had started raining since i arrived at the cafe. I put my hood up and headed for home. As i was walking, i could sense someone watching me. I peered behind me cautiosly and started to pick up my speed. As i did, my foot got caught under a branch and a fell to the ground. I felt my clothes get soaked. After a few seconds of frustration, i started to get up. That was when a handsome guy who looked around my age came up to me. He had brown hair - like me - and was alot taller than me. He offered his hand to help me up, and i took it (of coarse) he smiled and then asked for my name.
"Lissa" i answered, still abit shaken up.
"George." He said in a deep voice that made my heart skip a beat. "Why dont i buy you a drink", he suggested, "it looks like you've had a bad day" i agreed and we walked back to the cafe i had only just left.

He took off his coat and handed it to me,
"I think you need this more than i do", he said laughing. I laughed and put it on. It was about three sizes too big, but i didnt care how i looked at this point. As we entered the cafe, i realised my unfinished coffee was still sitting on the table. I sat down and he went up to order. It had gotten surprisingly quiet in the twenty minutes i was gone. There was only one other group of young girls at one large table in the corner. George returned with a tray holding two very full mugs.
"This is my favourite drink from this place." He commented. I could see the steam coming from it, and thats all i needed to know. I would have drank toilet water right now if it was hot. I thanked him and took a sip. It tasted unusual... but, in a good way.
"What is this?" I asked
"Triple chocolate lime cappuccino", he answered "its good, dont you think?" I nodded.
"Its definitely different." I commented. We spent over three hours in the slowly abandoned cafe. We were now the only customers left. I feel like I've known him for years. When we finally left, we made an agreement to meet here again tomorrow at twelve for lunch. He kissed my hand and vanished around the corner. There is something about George that's intriguing, i headed in the way of my home with a smile on my face.