Okay, so there is this guy who comes in quite a bit, he has always creeped me out, just something about him. He used to tell me how lonely he was, he would tell me in then basically ask me out, or that's how it seemed. Well yesterday he told me he had an animal he wanted to show me, then asked what time I worked today, I told him I worked at 3, well when I arrived at work today (ten minutes early), he was waiting in his car, he sees me pull up (yeah, that's right, I have my license now!) and gets out of his car signals me to go over there, which I did, he reaches in this car grabs a carrier out, now for some reason I was expecting a raccoon or some wild animal like that, I was very surprised to see a black cat in the carrier, anyways we talk about the cat for a few seconds then he tells me what his cat's name is; Hannah... Omgosh, he named his cat after me? Why? My name is just about the only thing he knows about me. Honestly, I have never felt so creeped out before.
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