There were people all around, enjoying their meals while waiters were walking all around, plates in hand. “You seem different. The serious type.” He leaned over the table, his eyes earnestly searching me, like he was looking for something. His face right past my shoulder, then back at my face.“Well, that’s what I want you to think.” His words improper, I slammed my glass of wine on the table, making some of the liquid get on the unsteady table. “And what is that supposed to mean?” I raised my eyebrows, waiting for his response, eager. People around us stared at me, waiting for me to clean the mess. There was some type of communication device attached to his hip, and I didn’t understand why, we were on a date. He looked professional, while I looked so out of place. Something was very questionable going on. He grabbed some type of device, and spoke into it while looking at me. “Have you been in any difficult situations lately?” Aghast was written all over my face, I snatched his wrist. His eyes went cold, and I made sure he could hear everything I was saying. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I answered, removing my hand from his wrist quickly. He took out a folder labeled “Evidence”. “Then explain this, Isabelle. I know that’s your name. Don’t act like I’m being erroneous.” He said my name in a clear tone, like I didn’t know my own name. I took the folder, opening it, and was horrified, or at least trying to be. Inside was a dead body, a lady oddly positioned, with her mouth open in horror. “Okay. You’re right. I did this.” I got up, then he grabbed my collar of my shirt, pulling me towards him. I gasped, speaking my thoughts. “You are a joke. Tricking me? I’ll kill you just like I killed that woman, and rip you to shreds.” He just looked at me and then dragged me out of the restaurant, while I saw men outside waiting . I knew it. He was a FBI agent, playing a game with me. Next thing I knew, I was in some type of vehicle, and that was the last thing I remembered that day.