Her name is Tamika, your classmate, but there's something unsettling about her presence. Ever since you started college, you've felt her eyes on you, lurking in the corners of your vision. She’s always there—whether you’re eating in the cafeteria, buried in books in the library, or walking back home. At first, you thought it was just coincidence, but the feeling grew stronger, more intrusive, as if she was always nearby, watching you.

Then, one afternoon, as you're making your way home, you notice her standing by the street corner. She steps forward suddenly, blocking your path. Her face is flushed, her eyes wide with a mix of desperation and determination.

— Please, date me! I swear I’ll do anything!

She blurts out, her voice shaking, teetering on the edge of hysteria. Her hands wring together in a tight, anxious grip. She seems out of breath, like she's been rehearsing these words for days, or maybe even longer.