Chapter 3- Strangers In the Night.

"What am I doing?" Alice thought to herself, as she reached the foot-over bridge. She had parked her car under the Golf Course Metro station and was walking towards the place where she had planned to meet the seller of the guitar.

"He's 7 minutes late. It's already 8:07 p.m."

"No sign of guitar guy", Alice fiddled with her phone, checking Whatsthat, the free messaging site-  just messages from exes and forwards from the crazy group of school teachers.

Alice had recently started working in a High School as an English teacher.

She loved her work but it was the Summer Vacations, so she had time to herself.

She had decided to spend the summer trying to pick up a few songs on a guitar. Her acoustic had been sold when she left her hometown, Kolkata, and shifted to Delhi- three years ago.

After Nor's tragic demise she hadn't been able to look at a guitar, let alone play it. She was haunted by memories of them jamming together at his place. But she finally was trying to get back to being norm Normal, and the first step was getting a guitar.

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"8:20 p.m.! Where the fuck is this guy?"

The foo tover bridge had three neon lights on it, but it did nothing to cast the shadows away from where Alice was standing.

"I told him, let's meet at the bridge but he was so adamant to meet under it. Useless.... oh, no!"

Suddenly, the lights went out on the bridge.

"Ohh... scary...I have half a mind to get out of the place. I need to call this guy, hope he picks up though, last time I had called from the land line." She said to herself, as she started to dial his number.

"I'm getting mad at this guy. Doesn't he know Noida is unsafe after dark?"

Before the call could connect a dark figure walked briskly towards her. Alice instinctively grabbed her purse towards herself.

"Were you the one who had called for the guitar?"

Alice just nodded silently.

She couldn't make out how he looked like in the dark, he just looked very big, broad shouldered, possibly tall but his stocky frame didn't make him look very tall. 
She glanced at her phone- 8:37 p.m.
"Jee haan, maine hi call kiya tha aapko."

Ken looked at the girl closely. He could tell she was tall and had a slim bone structure. Her face was covered with a scarf that hid her hair and half of her face.
Even though it was quarter to nine she was wearing dark glasses. 
"So weird. Am I selling my guitar to a terrorist? Or worse..." images of female vampires flashed through his head.
"Err, so I'll get the guitar then. Wait here."
"Umm, main aapke saath aa sakti hoon?"
Ken turned to look at her, a little dazed.
"Sure. This way."