Chapter Thirty Two

I open my clutch and pay for the coffee. I take the takeaway cup and am about to head out when someone taps my shoulders.

"Yes?" I ask him. The person is a man. In his twenties or thirties. I don't know why but I have a weird feeling about him.

"Your purse." He says.

"Oh." I am sure I put it in my backpack so how did he get a hold of it? I must have not picked it in a hurry.

"Thanks." I say and hold it. He touches my fingers. CREEP ALERT!

"Your welcome, Ana," he says.

"Wait. How do you know my name?"

He waits for a minute before saying," Your cup has it written on it." He smirks.

"Oh. Thank you for this. I have to go now. Take care." I say, ignoring him as I reach Alex.

My phone rings in my bag. I give my coffee to alex and answer it.

"Ana?" It's Drew. And his voice seems to be all panicked.

"Drew?"

"Where are you?!"

"With Alex. Why?" He releases a breath.

"Charlie saw Vincent, and he was talking to you. Did you talk to anyone?" Then it all clicks. That man was none other