Me: I don’t think so.
Him: OK, I am sorry. I can just drop you off back home. It’s already pretty late.
Me: OK.
I thought it was at least decent of him to offer to drop me back home. He was sorry for what he did, and I was more worried about my parents asking where I was, so I decided then and there to leave the caf with him.
I would have left with him, but a woman, named Angel, who was sitting on the table next to us the whole time and heard everything, gets up as we are about to leave. She blocks the way and turns to face me.
Angel: Hun, if you need a ride somewhere I will take you. Why don’t you stay with me? If you have never met this man before now, please don’t go in his car. Call a taxi. I will give you money if you don’t have any money for a taxi.
Me: He already said he was going to drive me home.
Angel: He pretended to be somebody he is not. (at this point she glares up at the man, and looks back to me.) This is how bad things happen to pretty, young girls like you, hun. Listen, I am a mother and I want to protect you right now.
