Kimberly P. O. V
Walking out of the coffee shop I was strolling down the road. I was sure I felt someone was following me but I had not seen anyone. Was I being paranoid? Was that all my imagination? But then again I saw the shadow hiding behind the wall. If I did not get distracted I would have seen the person. If someone was following me who could be? I did not have enemies .
I did not notice that I had reached the restaurant. The restaurant was classy with red carpet, murals on the walls and flowers . The host was standing behind the podium trying to look enthusiastic. I went to him.
"Do you want table ma'am? ".
" No, I am with someone. Is there a table booked on the name William Stones? ".
The host checked the name in the list while I looked around. Why did father choose such an expensive place?
The host said" Yes but a private room is booked under this name. Please follow me ma'am".