Dressed To Kill Part 3

A lot of people have asked me how this story ends so this is for you. For part one of this story click here and for part two click here 

Amy sat  at the table waiting for Ted to come back from the toilet. It was a nice place, a place she’d never been before, the service was good, the food great and a nice atmosphere. They were sitting outside in the beer garden, there was a general hum of contentment and the clink of cutlery on plates but there were no screaming kids like so many places these days.

After the first date she’d ignored Ted for a few days but in the end she’d felt a bit sorry for him and stopped avoiding him. He’d been sweet, he seemed to realise he’d made a bit of a cock up. At first she’d resisted his requests for a second chance but what the hell, she liked him and we all make mistakes, the trick is to learn from them. And on the evidence of tonight, Ted had certainly learnt.  He was dressed to impress, smart chinos, smart shirt, he’d even had a shave, and this place? Well it was definitely one she’d come back to.

The orange glow of the sunset that tinted the sky couldn’t disguise the sinister nature of the clouds building in the distance. Try as they might to look like innocent, they would soon bring a huge downpour. Amy guessed it was about time to go home, but that meant making a decision. She thought about the evening, it had been good. Ted was funny, eloquent and interesting. But… what was it? What was the but?

If this had been first date proper, then the fact that Amy hadn’t got a word in edgeways wouldn’t have bothered her. She’d have put it down to his nerves. But the  more she thought about it, the more she realised that this guy always talked about himself; when they chatted in work it was always, his dog, his views, his weekend. She wondered if he knew anything about her.

She knew what her friends would say -they`’d say it was her responsibility to get a word in edgeways, impose herself. But was it? Was it really? Shouldn’t he somehow show some interest in her? Also it wasn’t the first date was it? The first date had been a disaster, what had he said when he apologised, “I just didn’t think”. Didn’t think, the words bounced around her brain like a pinball. She wanted someone who thought. She wanted someone who considered. She wanted someone who noticed. Ted was too caught up in himself, there wasn’t room for anyone else. The date had been just like the night sky, beautiful to look at but something sinister lurking in the distance.