It was Friday and she had just closed early from work. She packed her belongings and left the office. Picking up her pace, she walked to her car and hopped in. She had a date with Muhammad that night. It was going to be the third time she was seeing him. The first time was when they met at Aldo's restaurant and the second time was at her office; it was eerie but she loved the visit—he bought her flowers and lunch.

They sat in her office and spoke about everything, and whatnot. He ...