“I like cake.”
Great. Who’s this guy?
“Do you like cake?”
I like peace.
“Sure. I need to be somewhere. Thanks for the tea.”
I stand up to leave. Turn my back on him.
“I don’t mean to sound creepy…”
You sound creepy. Please stop talking.
I stop and turn towards him.
I smile politely.
Can he tell how frustrated I am right now with the conversation?
“I think I know you.”
Realise it’s just another cheesy chat up line and walk to leave.
“Wait.. you live on the estate.”
This is creepy. I was nowhere near home. How does he know that?
I turn around and this time take a proper look at him.
He was dressed to the toe wearing Nike. Full on sports clothing, and yet he was a waiter at the cafe. Were they allowed to do that?
“Okay… and how do you know that?”
He pulls off his hat.
The recognition hits.
“You recognise me.”
I let out a huge breath.
“You’re hard to forget.”