I look at the hoodie with dread and annoyance. What the hell? I look around me. I don't see anyone. What should I do? Call the police? Leave? I don't feel like dealing with any of this, but ignoring it and going inside my apartment seems like a mistake.

I am about to turn and leave. I'm gonna go get dinner somewhere and deal with in later. When I hear a phone ringing. It's coming from the hoodie. What fresh hell is this?

Damn it. Just when I decided to walk away.

I walk over to the hoodie, reach into the pocket, pull out a cell phone and answer. "Hello?"

" Hey, it's me. We need to talk. "

"Where are you?"

"Behind you."

I turn around and no one's there. I hear laughing coming over the line. " Sorry, I couldn't resist. "

"I'm hanging up and tossing your sweater in the trash."

"No wait! I'm sorry. Look, there's a coffee place two blocks over called Carefree Coffee. Meet me there in 30 minutes, will you?"

"Why should I? "

"I'm sure you're curious about what happened yesterday. I want to explain and clear the air. Let me explain in a bright public place where you'll feel more comfortable. Common, let me buy you a cup of coffee."

The way he speaks is warm and friendly. I swear I can feel his smile over the phone, even though I've never seen his face. It's kinda annoying.

"Okay. I'll meet you there soon."

" Okay, see you soon. Bye"

It feels like I made a coffee date with a friend instead of a mysterious stranger who may have murdered that cashier yesterday. Wait! What the he'll did I just do? Damn it. I was just so wrapped up in all this I agreed to meet. It is in a public place. I don't even know what he looks like. His hoodie is right here, how am I gonna tell who he is?

A text alert comes from the phone.

It's a photo. A selfie.

"This is me. Bring my sweater, please."

I look at the image.

Wow... He definitely doesn't look like a murder.

I grab the hoodie and go into my apartment. Suddenly I feel really nervous meeting him. It's not because he's devastatingly handsome. It's cause he could be a killer. Should I change my clothes? Ah, I'm a fool.

I toss the hoodie and the cell phone on my couch, then I think; check the cell phone for clues, dummy. I grab the cell phone again and look for call logs, contacts, photos , texts, browser history apps, but there's nothing but the number he called me from and the text he sent.

I look at the selfie he sent. I'm gonna forward this to my phone just in case, for the police or something.

Before I know it I have to leave for the coffee shop. I grab the sweater and lock up my apartment.

I'm nervous. Maybe I am a fool?