Leave

He knew it was probably fine, but Sam couldn't help but feel creeped out by the person spying on him from under the table. With his legs straddling the blue picnic-table bench, he paused, locked eyes with his new stalker, then twisted his body to leave. As he turned, he felt a soft caress on the leg already submerged in the dark.

"Whereeeee are you going," a woman's voice playfully mused. "You don't want to eat alone do you?"

"I.... Uhhhhhh..." Sam stammered. He was completely disarmed by the woman's surprise request. She sounded normal--Based on her voice he could tell she at least 30. Her teasing tone gave off wicked witch vibes, though, which was kinda hot, but also unnerving.

"Maybe you can come back up and sit with me?" Sam reached for a compromise. "Then we can talk?"

She didn't bite: "But we'll have way more fun under here, I promise," she said. she drew out the "S" in promise like a cartoon snake.

Sam was all for random fun, but this whole scenario seemed positively creepy. Why couldn't he have found the breakfast orgy that everyone told him about?