Night Stalker

Unlike his other meetings where he'll usually ask her to accompany him... even though she was not obliged to, this time he did not mention anything related to that. Instead he left her with tons of work to complete.

She left the office pretty late that day, on getting home, to her greatest dismay, she discovered that her fridge was as deserted as that of a bachelor's.

With the hope of getting a quick bite perhaps from an all-night diner, she made her way down the lonely streets of Limesville. The distant chirping of the crickets and cracking of the mid-road trees as the night wind whipped their branches.

Fabiola had herself wrapped up in a gray shore, shielding her from the crude night cold.

The dinner wasn't a long way from home, just 7 blocks, so she decided to beat it on foot. After all, she had not done any exercise or worked out in almost a week. She needed to at least get some cardio.

"A chicken sandwich please!" She said when she finally got to the dinner. "And chips with ketchu