You have a strange encounter at the supermarket

You return to your dorm room and check your things for tomorrow. The lake party is in the afternoon and evening but you plan to go to the lake earlier so that you have a bit of spare time with Jenny. With this in mind, you think food for lunch something suitable for a picnic, but still romantic. You don't know as much as you'd like to about Jenny's favorite meals but you do know that despite her fit body she loves meat, especially medium-rare or rare. That's not very picnic-y so you decide to buy some ham, cheese, wine, and grapes. You've seen her enjoy ham and sausage and it also seems apt for a romantic picnic. You get ready to head out to the town and buy the items.

Your plans get a bit delayed when your old friend Tom knocks at your door. He has already heard about the party and wanted to chat a bit with you but ultimately, you get sidetracked and end up playing a few video games. By the time it's over you notice that it's already sunset and you have to hurry if you want to buy some food. It takes a few minutes to the next supermarket, but it isn't too long.

At the entrance to the supermarket, you see some very uncommon people around. Hanging around and pestering the regular people who look like they are here to buy groceries, there's a man clothed in gray shreds with a long sign saying: THE END IS NEAR. He looks like a stereotypical insane street preacher, running around and trying to lecture the customers about whatever he believes. You also notice a woman with pale skin, red eyes, and white hair lurking in the shadow of the market's entrance.

You have heard of people and animals that look like they're missing regular colors. It's a disorder called albinism. The woman is likely hiding in the shadow because people with albinism get terrible sunburns very fast. You try to avoid the preacher while navigating the supermarket but he catches up to you, screaming.

“You there, you have to believe me,” the crazy man says aloud, “they live among us. They hunt us. They will only stop if humanity is ruined.”

“Get lost, freak!” you shoo away the man angrily and step back, “I don't care about aliens.”

“I don't speak about aliens,” the street preacher screams, getting increasingly annoying. “I speak of vampires, werewolves, monsters. They live among us. And they want to kill us all.”

“What? No mermaids this time?” you respond sarcastically, “get lost!”

“You are like all the rest,” the street preacher warns, “when they come they will not spare you. People like you condemn us all.”

You ignore the lunatic and make your way inside the market. You find that everything you need is in stock and there's an hour left before the supermarket closes. They even have a bottle of very good wine on a discount. On your way out the cashier asks you if the crazy street preacher has harassed you. Feeling a bit sorry for the clearly ill man you assure him that everything was fine.

When you leave the crazy preacher is still there but he's being interrogated by two police officers. You see them arrest the man who is still babbling crazy stuff.

“What a poor madman,” the woman with the white hair says, smirking as she approaches you. “I hope the doctors are able to help the poor insane man. Don't you think so too, handsome?”

“I hope so,” you answer unsurely.

Very few women have ever called you handsome. Only your girlfriend, your grandmother, and sometimes Leyla when she wants to tease Jenny. This woman is kind of scary and since you don't plan to cheat on Jenny you decide to think of a way to turn this woman down gently.

“You seem to have a few interesting things in your bag,” the woman says seductively, “things for a picnic if I had to guess.”

“Indeed,” you answer carefully, “I'm going to have a picnic tomorrow. With my girlfriend.”

“Really?” the white-haired woman says, seeming a bit disappointed. “what a shame. All gentlemen are already in the hands of other women. May I ask what you have planned?”

“A friend of ours is hosting a party at the lake,” You answer, “so we're planning to meet a few hours before that so we can spend some time together.”

“How nice of you,” the woman purrs, “well I'm meeting a few other girls tomorrow night. A friend of mine has some good to drinks in her basement. It's a girls night but we always welcome handsome gentlemen like you. Think about it. Three real women and only you. You wouldn't have to share.”

“I'm sorry but that's not going to happen,” you say strictly as you run out of patience. “I have plans to spend time with my girlfriend and friends and I don't think I'm going anywhere with you.”

“How rude,” the woman says still trying to seduce you, “rude, strong, brute. I like that in a man. Especially if he's also a gentleman. Tell your girlfriend to watch out for a real woman who would want to… steal you.”

“Madam, please don't take it personally but I have to go,” you say severely and step away, “have a good evening.”

“Don't worry, handsome,” the woman says smiling, “most of my evenings are good.”

You shake your head and leave. This woman gives you the shivers and you're happy to leave her behind. You have more important things to do than to worry about some woman who flirts with every stranger she meets. Well at least her hair was quite pretty you think idly as you return home.