Eric's Version of a Date

I knew what he meant. He didn’t mean my house.

He means where I hide.

There was a clear threat written over his face.

“I’m not scared of you, Eric.” I felt the need to say it, though it was absolutely a lie.

He terrifies me.

It seemed like no matter what I did I couldn’t turn him off, dissuade him, chase him off.

He was stifling me.

He laughed in pure disbelief. “If you say so.”

He turned the car out of town, and I began to cast him suspicious glances.

I knew of only one place interesting, this direction. “Where we going, Eric?”

“One of your favorite places.”

“Thought you said this was a date.”

“It is. Our version of one.”

“Our version? I think you mean your version.”

He smiled secretively but said nothing more.

I wasn’t terribly surprised when I saw him turn onto the graveled drive toward the dirt track.

“I’m not going to give away who I am now.” I said a bit nervously. Shifting in my seat. Uncomfortable with revealing who I was to the world.