I couldn’t help but get even more self conscious when she sat across from me.

“Hi.” She said casually.
“Hi.” I said in a high voice. Shit.

She began to giggle but held her mouth. She gazed at me. Her eyes were smiling. I looked away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her releasing her mouth.

“Sorry.” She said, clearing her throat.
“No..it’s okay.” I turned back to face her.

“I’m Chelsea.” She put her hand out. It was if her angelic hand was glistening.
“Uh..I’m..Uh..Er..David..sorry..David.” I shook her hand, dazed.

Neither she nor I let it go. I found myself leaning in, pulling her towards me. Our lips were centimeters away. That’s when something plunged into my abdomen. I looked down to see red spreading about my green polo shirt.

I looked at the hand with the knife and followed it up to her face.

She had a killer’s grin on.