Back to December
Scott: Do you know if there’s any Colbie album there?
Me: Um, I’ll try to look over here.
Scott: I’ve been trying to look for it.
Me: It’s not here. If it’s not in the other side too, it’s probably checked out.
Scott: Is that so? Do you work here? What’s your name?
Me: (showed my volunteer ID)
(He asked other questions…)
Scott: It was nice meeting you Angeli.
It was a regular day, and like every Tuesday night, I volunteer at the library. He was heading But then someone went up to me and asked for help, which was a first. To be honest, I was totally weirded out by this guy because even though I said the CD wasn’t there, he still he asked for my name and other stuff. Not to be very rude, but I knew something’s not right about him just from the way he talks (like he’s on high). And the conversation ended there, with me hoping not to see him again…
Surprisingly, we met again just outside the library by the bench. There were two people talking by the bench. Me and my sister quietly sat down there, when suddenly, “Hello!" It was him. (I was praying it wasn’t him) I did not recognize him at all (even forgot his name); he even introduced us to the girl he’s talking to: "They’re my library friends!” After the girl left, he started talking to us; I was just smiling and nodding the whole time. He talks a lot. Thankfully, my mom just came in time, (for the last time) I hope I won't see him again… :)
So one afternoon, my mom, my sister and I came out of Dollar Tree…you don’t say?! He was there. Yes. Ugh… It was my sister who saw him, then he saw her, so greetings again, hi, hello. He was on his bike talking to someone by the bench. For some reason, I did not know why on earth did I even give my phone number?! (I was too kind, and I wasn’t thinking) and there it goes…