“What’s his obsession with girls in this diner?” Scoffs Jennifer, Shane’s girlfriend. “That’s just his type.”
And oh boy, were you his type. You were alone in a corner of the diner that they typically found victims.
He sauntered over, in his usual tuxedo.
“Is this seat taken?” He sat down before you could respond. “You’re gorgeous, how come I’ve never seen you around town before?”
“I’m new here…”
“Hm… what are you doing Saturday night?” He said, after taking a sip of your milkshake.
“Washing my hair.” You replied.
“No, no, you’re doing that on Friday night. On Saturday, you’re going to meet me here, with washed hair and…red lipstick.” The girl they killed afew days ago had gone for a white theme, as per Jameson’s request- so he figured a red these would be nice.