Chapter 4: Overly Salted Ginger

  I'm extremely tense as I sit here in this restaurant, looking around at all the other people wining and dining with their partners yet I'm here alone, at the table in the corner. It feels like someone or something is watching me, but I know I'm probably just being paranoid.
    My fork feels like a knife as I pick it up and stab it through the steak, watching some of the blood run out of it, just the way I like it. I remember the first time I actually did that to a person, but not with a fork.
    I pick up the fork and grab the slither of steak, putting it in my eager mouth. There's nothing but the sound of clattering plates and glasses and chattering people, which only makes me even more tense as I chew my food.

I put the glass down and look up, only to realize that I'm not dining alone. Some ginger sitting at the table across from mine, is looking at me and she has that look in her eyes. Once she realizes I'm looking back at her she quickly looks away from me and focuses on the pale and silver haired man in front of her.
She taps her red heels and sways her head in the air, adoring the mellow jazz music humming through the room.
Her pudgy red lips curl around the edge of the glass as she sips on her red wine and then places the wine glass back down on the table.
I watch her sneak another glance at me once more, and this time she smiles at me. It's confusing as to what color her eyes are because I swear they're changing colors. When she looks at me they seem green but once she focuses her gaze on the man in front of her they seem red or perhaps brown. Maybe it's time for me to get some glasses.

The old man she's dining with starts rummaging through his pockets like he lost something. I wonder why she's with someone much older than her, judging by her demeanor, I can tell he's pretty much meaningless to her.
She appears to be young but not that young, I'm guessing she's at least 25 but no younger than 22.
I've been staring at her for so long that I forget to eat, I quickly pick up my fork and continue eating.
   This girl is a perfect example of why I don't like going out, I hate being around lots of people at one time. It's just uncomfortable to not be alone, I mean I'm dining alone but there's a bunch of other people here too.
From my experience I know it's not a good thing when someone looks at me like that. 
     I don't think I know her... But what if she knows me? Shit.

     I look back over at her table again, she has a lot of nerve, sitting there flashing that artificially sweetened imitation smile at her...Sugar daddy?  I wonder if she thinks he's as sweet as that slice of cake she's eating right now.
     He's clearly too old to be her father and I'm pretty sure no man in the world would want to see their daughter dressed up like how she is, let alone be out in public with her dressed like that.
    My eyes trace the nice round arcs on her semi-bronze legs, all the way up to the edge of her cream colored dress, that leaves little to the imagination as it glides along every curve on her body. I can just feel her legs dwindle along my fingertips. Smooth. I know she likes it.
She's as sweet as a spoonful of salt, I can just tell. A spoonful of heart disease, and lips that will cause a heart attack. She'll leave just about any man high and dry. But me? I'm not so sure.

"Adrian, Adrian, Adrian, Adrian..." Her lust is purring my name and calling out to me as if she's laying on her back.
I try and look at her again but my thought has been blocked by my mountain of a waiter. "Would you like-" What the hell does she want? And why is she standing so close to me?
"No, no, no!" I say hastily as my fingers fall rapidly through the air, swaying back and forth. "Just give me the bill." I want this God damn woman out of my way.
"Okay sir, I'll be right back with the bill." She says before rushing off towards the back.
Finally.  Now my eyes can look at someone more worthy than a person wearing a white outfit with various colored stains on it.

     I take a peek at the tables in front of me, trying to pretend like I'm not actually looking for her even though I am. My hands clench up into a fist once I realize what's going on, the old man got up and left the table. Now it's just me and her staring at each other from across the room, in the most greedy and lustful way. 

     The ginger kitten is playing cat and mouse with me, she raises her eyebrows while she looks around the room as if she hasn't been sending me signals the whole time.
    My eyes escape her gaze and fall back down to her legs. I concentrate my focus on her inner thigh, right where they cross.
    Her leg, resting on top of her thigh is moving in a steady pace which slowly comes to an end. She has slender legs that are strong like stilts.
     The ginger kitten parts her legs with leisure, revealing nothing but bear skin.

  How is a man supposed to react to that?

    My body responds the typical way any other man's would. I feel the blood in my veins rush towards the bottom half of my body.
         With a fucked up mind like mine, it leaves you on the edge. I'm not sure who this bitch is, but I'm not about to sit around and find out, no matter how enticing she may be.

Without wasting any time, I get up, place some money on the table, and head for the door.
I'm so rapt in my own thoughts and I forget the fact that there's other people in here too, dumb people. My shoulder collides into a woman who's walking in with a blistering force.
She falls to the floor, apologizing. "I'm sor-"
"Why can't people learn how to fucking walk?!" I groan, shoving her out of my way as I meander through the foyer.

     The air is suffocating, stifling my every breath as it wraps its scorching hot fingers around my neck and strangles me.
     New York is a crowded place full of close buildings, and constantly moving people. Combine all of that movement with the foggy black fumes of pollution that rise in the air, and it makes you feel like you're dying as you walk down the street.
    I reach my car and pull out my keys that reflect any little bit of light that's radiating in the atmosphere.
      Jing! Jing! I'm about to put the key inside the lock before something startles me. The sounds of a woman's heels against the pavement is like a mini earthquake, I can just feel her coming closer, getting ready to shake me up.
     Every hair on my body raises as I hear the sultry voice of a woman speak to me. "Leaving without me? How rude..."