I dressed up for him, in high heels and a tight black dress that clungto my body like a second skin.When I walked in the pub Isaw his friends glance o...er at me, but Darren was nowhere to be seen. I walkedover to the table."Where'sDarren?"I said.One of his mates gesturedbehind me."He's at thebar.."I turned around and staredat him.And Darren came walkingover to me with the agility of a dancer. "Hello Kirsty."Hesaid, and gave me a wink.Then he started to laugh.I felt my face going red."That was a. As the embarrassed, blushing barista started cleaning it all up, I spotted a piece of paper floating on a brownish puddle right next to my hand. It had words, "I'm off at 6:00 pm, wanna pick me up?" written on it with a blue pen. I figured that it must be the barista's note to that girl wearing a green retro dress, and I couldn't make up my mind whether this type of pick-up method is cute or creepy. And so, not quite sure why, maybe led by some instinct or panicky shyness, I cramped the note. Her continuous checking of her mobile indicated that she is not alone and her somebody are in continuous touch with herThis is a trap, she is fraud, quite a sexy fraud though. The only thing saved me was either immediate door closure after her entering or Scotch. Anyways, blood started boiling inside me and years of sports that had made my body and stamina was now in for a test. Will I get into a violent battle and be declared as a stud after bashing her gang members, and suddenly I realised. With that came an idea so she reached out again to make two things happen.The first was to make the first cop have to go to the bathroom really bad or at least believe he did. The second was to implant commands that when he was finished he would forget everything about the girl and why he was in that area other than responding to a reckless driver in the parking lot that was now gone.To Jen, it took forever. But to everyone else, it was just seconds.The first cop got a strange look on his face.