"For the heart wants what it wants."
The gravelly voice came from behind me, just beyond my peripheral vision. I sighed heavily. My irritation at the interruption was compounded by the inconvenience of having to turn around in my seat to see who was speaking to me.
"Excuse me? " I frowned as I put down the book I had been trying to read at the coffee shop and turned around to greet the person attached to the voice.
He was certainly not a keeper, to use the local phrase. He was a bit on the short side, and he had a unibrow. I had intended to look him in the eye, but the mole on his nose yanked my attention right to it.
"I said that the heart wants what it wants," the man was right next to me; I could see the pores on the parts of his nose not completely covered by that mole. I stared at him in confusion, and he pointed helpfully at the book.
"Your book--it's a biography of Emily Dickinson."
"Wha--oh." I felt kind of stupid. I frowned at myself. How could I not know that? The man, who I was already calling Unibrow in my head, stuck out his hand and introduced himself as Calvin.
"I've been watching you, and I think that you're the woman for me." Calvin said. A small smile played about his large mouth. "We are going to be together forever, you and me, that's what I think."
I stifled a pang of disgust, trying to be polite without encouraging. It never paid to get the crazy people riled up, my mother always said. I didn't know this guy, but his assurance made me nervous.
"Okay, Calvin," I began gathering my things to leave. I thought that I might have better luck reading at home. "It was nice meeting you, but I have another appointment."
"I suppose that you do," Calvin smiled broadly as I brushed past him.
I walked out of the shop and headed to my car. The sun was still bright in the sky as I threw my things into the trunk and made my way to the driver's side. I barely registered the van parked next to me as I put my hand out to open my car door, and then I felt a bright spark of pain in my arm. My body began to spasm, and I had time to wonder if I was having a seizure.
Then I was falling into the iron bands of Calvin's arms. He quickly opened the side door of the van and lay me on the floor, putting the taser down and tying my arms and legs with the the duct tape he had ready. The tape was warm as he put it over my mouth, as if it had been in the van for some time. He stepped back when I was secure, surveying his work.
"You're a keeper," Calvin said with a wide smile, as the door of the van slid closed. I didn't see the sun again.
Write on Edge Prompt: Introduce a romantic interest or opportunity
and see what happens. I guess that romance is in the eye of the beholder.