STRANGER DANGER 1
It has been a long while since I graduated with a second class in Engineering at Sperrul University, Canada. Back then, Beatrice was one lady I had a soft spot for. I was never sure if she really did or even if she did, she did not show it.
Seeing her today, she looked a lot prettier than I remember. I was at the mall when she walked in dressed in a beautiful blue silk evening gown. I had just got off from the office that evening and as a bachelor had come to the mall for some grocery shopping to stock up my single man fridge. I could not believe my eyes when she walked in.
Coming over to the counter, she took a look at me and with a smile, she said 'Hello, Samuel'. I was lost. I wondered who this person was, how she got my name and how she knew it was me or how she even knew me. With some shock lining my veins, I return the hello with a surprised tone. When she was done at the counter and about to leave, she said to me again, 'alright bye, Samuel' and this made me curious. Freezing for about five minutes, I let her get through the door before I rush after her to go find out who she is.
Rushing up to her in the parking lot, she is terrified by my hand that grabs her right hand assuming I were a criminal with an intent to hurt her. She screams instinctively but I put my phone's light to my face to let her know I was the one she had greeted inside and she calms down. Still very curious, I ask to know how she knew my name and she was surprised that I asked such a question that indicated I did not know who she was.
With a smile, she offered that we both talk it out over some food. Again, I was shocked. She just met me in a store and she is offering to eat with me but still very interested in finding out who she was, I quickly oblige her request.
'I'll be right behind you I said'
Rushing to my car which is parked some fifteen other vehicles away from hers, I jump into driver's seat of my SUV to meet her so I could drive behind her to go for the 'dinner' as planned.
'So you still cannot recall who I am, Samuel?', she asks as we both munched on our dinner at the Checkers Restaurant.
I hesitate a bit trying to see if I could remember her name but nothing comes to mind so I give a reply,
'You have no idea how shocked I still am. Infact the only reason I followed you here is because I thought to myself "This is an opportunity to make a good friend". Why are you so particular. Am I supposed to know you?'
'C'mon it is me, Beatrice', she says hoping that I would remember her.
'Beatrice.... Beatrice.... Beatrice', I ask repeatedly still very clueless about who it was that was sitting across the table from me.
'Yes...Beatrice..... Beatrice Cummins', she said trying so hard to juggle my memory but still no luck. The face could not just be placed in my memory board.
'Sorry... Beatrice Cummins from where?', I question further intending to understand why she was particular about the fact that I did not recall her identity.