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Trish studied the man a few moments longer, before slowly nodding her head. "Alright, there's an Italian place down town, Gargiulo's, I'll meet you there. How about 7 tonight?" She said, already taking a small step back from the man, prepared to continue on her run. She chose the Italian place because for one, she loved Italian food, and for two, her father hated it. She hardly ever got the chance to eat it, and she knew there was no chance of running into her father at Gargiulo's.
Trish just hoped that word wouldn't get around if anyone saw her with; the thought trailed off as she realized she didn't even know his name. "I just realized, you never told me your name. Though, I suppose I could just call you Mr. Stalker." She joked, running a hand through her hair as she took another step back, knowing she'd already stood here talking to him for too long, anyone could walk by and report back to her father. He had a lot of people that kept an eye on things for him.