I arrived at 12:30 and ordered a vanilla milkshake and asked her for two straws so we can share and she laughed. We spoke straight until closing time ...nd the whole time I've been talking to her she keeps rubbing my shoulder. At 1am she goes to lock the door and we continue talking as if it was normal for her to stay after work with me. I grab a seat in a booth by the washroom where none of the front windows facing the parking lot can see. She sits across from me and i just got up and sat next. I moved as quickly into place as I could and brought my rifle to bear on the site of the movement. Apparently, he saw me at the same time, and he was not as picky as me about where to shoot. He fired off a quick shot, and I had to admit that he was either very damned good or very damned lucky! He missed me with his bullet, but rock splinters buried themselves in my forehead and left cheek. Again, my luck saved me because my eye was not damaged. The wound was painful, but not so much so that I. Still, he scanned the crowd of thousands for half an hour until he saw her, and he automatically turned toward her direction when the dean handed him his diploma, hoping to see a look of pride on her face. She smiled and cried at the same time, and he didn’t know what that meant. The very next day he parked on her street and waited until he saw her car drive away. Then he stole into his own home and packed everything that would fit in his car — the car Christie gave him — and left for the Bay. Unable to face me, he turned his face away. "It’s okay, I don't mind. You are like a brother to me and that makes me feel safe with you. So don't be embarrassed." I tried to reassure him, but I thought it was cute that he was feeling embarrassed. "Can’t we talk about another topic?" he pleaded with me. "Okay! So do you have any plans for today?" I asked, changing the subject. I didn’t want to push any further, because I could see that he already felt bad because I’d caught him looking at me. In.