I lit a cigarette up, my gaze following you as you pass me by. You were mesmerizing, I couldn't tear my eyes away even if I wanted to. I noticed a guy trailing behind you, calling out to you. My eyes narrowed, my face hardening. Who was this guy, some stalker? He seemed confident as he stuck close to you, speaking to you like he knew you. He had to be an ex-boyfriend or something. You didn’t seem to be interested in what he has to say, but it would explain the look of disdain you gave at his presence. I take a drag from a cigarette as I walk towards you, reaching out to the man's shoulder as I step in front of him.

"She's not interested."