Adam swerved his car and made a left turn. Entering Carrington Street.  He drove a good 10 minutes in the straight arterial road, in the drizzling weather while his eyes kept on glancing at the mirror to see where the other car was. A few cars were at the back and he could see the same car about four cars away..or perhaps it was just his imagination.He hoped it was. He felt uneasy that he had to think like Jason Bourne that he watched on movie channel during the days he was unemployed. He was a law abiding citizen so in actual fact he shouldn’t be worried. More over the car owner was most likely Ozir, the staff of Voltaire X, the main contractor for the project. He met him a couple of meetings ago and although he rarely spoken,they had met. So why was he feeling uncomfortable about seeing him on the same route.Yeah, not Ozir’s normal route. But perhaps he had something to do around this district.

He quickly made another turn to a busier street, moving into Raffles Street and another left turn on Lincoln Avenue. He glanced again at the mirror. The car was still there. Last turn. Four left turns. He entered Abbot Street, the car was still there and he decided to face his fears.

He parked his car at parking of the famous busy café. No criminal would do their act with so many eye witness, he reckoned. Surely if the guy driving the black 4 WD truck wanted to do some nasty things to him, he wouldn’t dare do it in the day light. Not in that open and busy public spot.

He quickly ran towards the door of the café and managed to make his way, bumping through plenty potential witnesses.. he took to a seat almost at the centre where a couple just arose to their feet. The table was still full with their left overs.  But that didn’t matter to Adam. His eyes peered outside through the tempered glass, nervously. His right hand quickly scrolling through his handset and he sent another message.

A waitress came to him, cleared the table and asked for his order. He quickly muttered a hot latte while his eyes were still looking on the outside.

“Hey are you waiting for a friend?” asked the waitress giggling.  An A level school leaver with colourful braces…Adam gave her a quick glance.

“Yeah.. er.. no, not really..” he replied and smiled at her politely. She looked excited in a way. Adam knew many young girls get nervous looking at him. His good looks never failed to attract attention. But he was already taken. So, too bad, girls..he thought to himself, taking pride of his awesome good look.

“Humrmm.... I thought you are having a date or something.. I mean you are quite cute..” said the waitress openly. Adam smiled. He forgot about the trailing car for a few minutes, feeling elated knowing that young girls still found him attractive.

“Thank you.. but I am a married man. I hope you will find a cute guy like me some day..” he joked. He smiled, exposing his straight sparkling white teeth.

The waitress chuckled. “Actually I was worried you are gay..”

Adam laughed out. Shaking his head. Unbelievable.

“They said gorgeous guys are mostly gays..hahahah…” giggled the waitress again.

“Strange. That is the first time I hear of this..” Adam replied.

“No..hurmm.. you see… there is a guy who is watching you..and he sent you this message..” she took out a piece of folded paper about the sizeof a Post-it note from her apron’s pocket. “I really have to go and key in your order.. but your wife is lucky.. you are really cute and ..more importantly..straight..hahaha..” as she handed over the note, she disappeared into the kitchen.