Ayuda me!

As I type this I am sitting at a jack in the box in Martha Lake, trying exceptionally hard to look like I am engaged in a text conversation in order to avoid speaking to a creepy dude who my work has brought me in contact with but is not a co-worker. All I wanted was a quiet lunch and now I'm paralyzed with fear as I casually eat fries wondering why he's sitting in the parking lot watching me. I'm also curious as to why he's now opened his trunk for the second time and I'm trying to figure out what he's got in there: gloves? Rope? Bleach? Fuck! If I die before the defiance, ohio show I'm going to be pissed.