Ramona was about to say something when she watched as the stranger walked away. She tilted her head in curiosity as he walked into an alley. She was tempted to follow him, to demand and explanation for what she was holding in her hand. But she stayed put.<br/><br/>Ramona glanced one more time at the scale in her hand then slipped it into the pocket of her shorts. She decided that she was too tired to go for a swim and decided to go home. She slipped her shorts and tank top on, grabbed her things and headed back to her apartment.<br/><br/>Once she had arrived, she gave a soft yawn, placed the scale in a jewelry box on her small vanity, got dressed into pajamas and laid in bed. For a while she stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what that scale belonged too. She had a good feeling that it belonged to that strange man, but she didn't want to jump straight to conclusions. Pretty soon, her eyes got heavy, and Ramona fell fast asleep.<br/><br/>Sent from my LG-H900 using Tapatalk