The Racing Heart part 2

Some veins on Francis's neck stood taut as she tried to breathe evenly. The flash of the blade she had seen a moment ago, was gone now—but there was no mistaking it's presence. It took a moment for her to realize who this stranger was; the red polka dot tie was no illusion.

"Francis, is something wrong dear? I am wearing the prescribed tie so you could recognize me, aren't I" He queried stepping forward.

She stepped back. "No, I mean yes. I—I was deep in thought and well, you just frightened me a bit." Her voice quivered as she continued. "I thought we were going to meet at the restaurant.

"Well, I'm not one for crowds." He held up a paper bag as he continued to explain, 'I am an amateur chef and cooked a special dinner for you and me. Even brought some sweet wine to go with it."

She smiled, her heart racing along, "that's real nice, Frank." She answered trying to keep up some small talk while she strove to find a way out of that room. "I'm hungry—I haven't eaten all day."

Swallowing hard she asked, "what did you cook for me?" He smiled broadly, but somehow it didn't have the same warmth it had in the photo she so cherished.

"Why don't you come on over here and take a little peek; I took along a blanket so we can enjoy it picnic style." He chuckled, "you love picnics—remember?"

"Now Frank, It's not fair; you've caught me off guard," She took a deep breath. "I'm gonna have to go to the little girl's room and freshen up for this wonderful dinner with my handsome date," she stated as she stepped sideways towards the door to the hallway.