The restaurant stood by itself on one side of the street with a park and a parking lot on the other side of the street. The wind was whipping around the building and pushing things out of it’s way with it’s strength.  Rain was coming down from the heavens above and visibility was down to zero cause of the downpour.

A lone figure stood at the back of the restaurant, watching the customer going in.  Rain was beating on his face until the dirt was being cleanse free and the wind started to pick up his oily hair to let it settle back in it’s right place on it’s own accord.

His dark eyes kept checking to see if one certain waitress was still in the restaurant and his cold blood started to boil over every time he looked at her ugliness.  He watched her taking order and smiling at the customers.  She acted ,so polite with everybody until you get her mad then her ugly side surfaces.   His husky hand slid over the top of the knife and a sigh escaped through his dry lips as he thought of the many ways of killing her.

He had been watching her for over a week now and he knew her routine, her work times, where she shopped, and he knew she still didn’t let anyone into her precious life.  That was good cause he planned to torment her, to stalk her, and then to kill her.  He didn’t want any lose ends.  Loose ends had to be taken care of or the whole situation could be consider sloppily and careless.

The resturant was not busy tonight and he slid back into the shadows as he knew it was getting close to her break time.  Her quiet time to get fresh air alone,  he could almost hear her saying that stupid remark again.  She had said it often when they had worked together before she got him fired.

Watching as the back door slid open slowly, he knew without looking that it was her coming out for her break  He could hear her talking and laughing with someone behind her.  He was surprised when another employee came out with her.  They stood there talking quietly before he decided it was time to leave.

“Have fun with the rest of your night, Micheal.”

The guy stopped only inches from him and wrinkled his nose in the rain.  “Do you smell that awful smell, Sasha?”

“What smell?  Do I smell something awful other than the cooking in there?  Anything else–no!”

“Don’t laugh at me ,but it smells like one of those bums have been around.  You know smoking cigarettes and hasn’t shower for days or even months.  Those bums that bother the customer for money to buy booze.  Be careful OK?”

He watched as Sasha’s eyes started to search the bushes and trees that surrounded the area where Micheal was standing.  He thought to himself  “Good, she knew I am out here.”  Watching as Micheal continued on to his car, he almost missed the next thing Sasha said.

Calmly, she replied “Stand in the shadows, so I don’t have to see your ugliness or smell you.  You smell like something dead.  I have smelled a rat that smells better than you do.”  Turning she started to go back inside the restaurant.  Stopping, she added  “You come near me I will call the police on you.  I am not scared of you!” 

He hissed in a deep mean voice from the shadows “Then why do you run after I find you?  Stay and fight.”

He watched as the door slid shut behind her and his let loose with a scream of rage.  She had got to him again.