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Trish raised an eyebrow, the man didn't seem at all bothered about her possibly calling the cops. 'Just who is this guy?' She wondered. "I haven't decided yet." She said, studying him closely. "I suppose it depends on what you want. I mean, you must want something, practically stalking me like you do. Are you some kind of reporter or something?" She asked, the words slightly joking, but there was also a seriousness in her tone.
Trish ran a hand through her sweaty hair as she waited for his response, wondering what exactly this man wanted from her, why her father had warned her to stay away from him. Was it just because her father found him creepy and wanted to protect her, or was there something more? Her father was never very protective of anyone but his own image. Heck, when she was in school, her father would have her boyfriends sign confidentiality agreements if they were to come into the house, not wanting anything that went on in the house to get out in case it may reflect badly on him. Needless to say, she didn't have many boyfriends.