I walked inside the restaurant and looked all around. I could see no one who looked even remotely familiar. Honestly, that made me a little worried. Up to now, I had thought it MUST be someone who knew me, who for some reason was not programmed into my phone.
I did a quick walk-through of the restaurant and then remembered that there's a small dining room in the back, hidden from the main dining area. I walked down the hall...rounded the corner...only to be confronted with...
Four girls from my church.
Yes, dear readers. It was a let-down for me as well. Why could it not have at least been four guys from my church? The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Of course, we all laughed and I told them that they had managed to actually creep me out a bit and we had a grand time chatting and catching up.
After visiting with the girls for a little while, I left the cafe and headed over to the nearby coffee shop to grab a hot chocolate and do some reading and journaling.
I walked in the front door, saw who the only person inside was and very nearly turned around and walked out.
Too late. He saw me. There sat Jeff, the suspected culprit, innocently sitting there waving me to come over and join him. I walked over and he accused me of stalking him.
Oh the irony.
I had gone from stalkee to stalker in the span of an hour.