It had been one of those dreadfully long days that seemed to drag along with about as much speed as a bee after stinging. I had just finished off my shift at the hospital and was desperate to get down to the coffee shop to get my caffeine hit for the afternoon.
As I walked past the window I saw an unfamiliar face in a fairly familiar looking environment, in such a small town, you don't often see new faces, so I was naturally intrigued. Being the nosey person I am, I ordered my coffee and approached him.
"Hi there, I'm Bella, not a lot of tourists in this part of the countryside, what brings you to our quaint little town?" he looked away from his laptop with a mixture of annoyance and surprise written across his face, " Business mostly but the town further up had no appealing accommodations, so I'm staying at the guest house down the road" I took in how unprofessional he actually looked and began to doubt his story, shaggy brown hair, stubble and casual clothes, " Oh I see, is Mr Sullivan treating you well?" I asked trying to fish if he was really staying at the guest house, " You must be talking about a different guest house, Mrs Benedict is the only lady I've met there"
" Oh I must be confused" I said as I silently let out a sigh of relief " Anyway, it was nice meeting you Bella but I must be off" he said while packing away his laptop and finishing his coffee in one large gulp, he pulled some cash out of his pocket, "Wait, I never got your name?" I said as he was about to walk out the door, "Oh, my name is John" He smiled and left.
There is just something about him that I didn't trust and I was determined to find out why.
Thank you for reading this and I will write Part 2 as soon as I can, I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to leave a comment about what you thought!