She came out of the convenience store carrying a small shopping bag.
She turned up the collar of her jacket against the cold night air. Evenings had been chilly of late, but her day job meant that this walk to the shops and back was the only way she could grab ongoing supplies. As she drew near the park a slight shudder rippled down her back. It was not well lit through there, but the shortcut took at least five minutes off her nightly walk. As she entered, she felt an eerie sense that she was being followed. On her way through, she stopped twice to check behind her… nothing. There was, she had to admit, a strange thrill at the thought that someone would actually follow her. She quickened her pace and made it to the street beyond. There was more light here, although the streets were almost empty. Again, at one point, she thought she heard footsteps some distance behind her, clattering on the hard surface of the pavement. She stopped abruptly and spun around. Nothing!
She moved on a little faster as the end of her street came into sight. She finally arrives at her front door and turns.
She beckons him forward out of the shadows and hands him a small envelope.
“Was that all right?” he asks.
“Just perfect. Same time tomorrow?”