203 Epilogue: Name 6

"It is him, right?" I huffed, shaking my head, profusely. "I heard bits and pieces of your conversation. It seemed like you knew him a little better than a friend should, and that is fine, but as a fellow human being that respects human intelligence, I don't want you to get hurt at the hands of a decrepit outlaw."

"You are thinking too much about this, really." I was irritated at that point. I had chosen to spend time with this person over a man who had been waiting forever for me to forgive him. I am sure Anthony had more conversation, the meaningful kind, to offer than this man had at the moment.

Holy fuck. I sound like my old self. I am reverting back to my old tendencies? No! I can't do that again!

"If he kills you?" I scoffed.

"He won't. You are mistaken about his identity. I don't know who you think he is, but please refrain from making such accusations in public."

"You think this sounds like the rantings of a madman, don't you?" He said softly, but his tone was anything but it. He seemed almost grieved. "Mobs spread terror, and if he is who he is, I would never let anyone go near him."

"David. I think it is best if we do it some other time. I can see that both of us are exhausted and not in the mood to have a pleasant conversation. If we are ever in the same place at the same time again, we should give this conversation another shot. It would be good for both our minds."

"But you don't have my number!" he exclaimed, scrambling off his seat as he saw me standing up.

"Don't worry, I can find it out," I told him with a small smile.

I knew that he was following me, but I didn't care that much at the moment, it's not like he could do much. And he wasn't even sure who Anthony was much less my identity. I could hear another set of footsteps and I wasn't quite sure what that meant. I glanced over to see Anthony walking behind us with a slight smile on his face. He had a packet in his hand, which he raised for me to see.

I smiled back at him, shaking my head. When I looked forward I heard the sound of footsteps becoming faster.

"Mia." I glanced at him.

"I hope the food is for me. I am famished." I groaned.

"Mixed gravy noodles, Kathmandu momos, and crispy chilli baby corn."

"Are you feeding an army?" I scoffed.

"No. Just accumulating sustenance. You never know... I may be bunked into a room with a hungry you, praying for my life. Cannibalism wouldn't look sexy even on you." He smirked.

"Your fantasies astound me Mr. Murray."

"Fantasies are that which cannot be achieved in reality, a concoction of the mind. So, no... I do not depend on fantasies. There is a high probability that we will be spending some much needed time in the near future."

I rolled my eyes but gave in to his demands anyways.

"We need to talk." He nodded.

"Did you think that I was alluding to something else?" he teased. I laughed silently and followed him.

I couldn't see us reproducing or being the average couple, but I could imagine us living in peace, trying to catch up to one another as we surpass our goals. We would have to wait and see, huh?