A rose. A single rose, laying on the countertop.

You’ve found presents such as this in various places in your house over the last few months, making you come to the conclusion that you have a stalker.

Aaron is the dangerous, mysterious guy at college, he rides a motorcycle and has several close friends. Other than that, not much is know about him. The girls all swoon over this mystery man, but he brushes all of them off. He only has eyes for you. The innocent, shy girl who sits quietly at the back of the class.

You look down at the rose, it’s been months and you still have no idea who your stalker is. He’s never tried to hurt you and you’ve never seen his face.