You were in the local grocery store, shopping for the regular things that you had to do weekly. Whenever you were in the grocery store, you felt like someone was watching you. Yet it was comforting some days and creepy on others.

“Here you go, noticed you were struggling a bit.” James grabbed the thing you were reaching for, a respectful distance between you so he wasn’t uncomfortably close. He smiled at you when you turned, the item in his outstretched hand.