Joe could barely contain himself when he found your social media.

Hello, You.

The gorgeous woman that had walked into his bookstore, asking for a recommendation from Him. Joe was more than happy to recommend you one of his favourites, memorising your face since you paid in cash and he didn't get your name.

He found out where you lived, your profession, your hobbies and started learning a little about your friends that followed you. A relationship would be so much harder if your friends didn't like him. This wasn't illegal, he was simply utilising his skills and the resources the internet gave him.

He learned your schedule, borrowed your phone in secret to link all messaging apps and calendars to his phone. He knew you'd be out tonight. He knew he could get in now.

He weasled himself into your home and started exploring. You lead an ingredient household, I like that he thought to himself as he looked though your fridge and cabinets good taste in snacks... Could do with more chips he thought, then moved on to your living room.

He smiled when he saw your big bookshelves and read through the Titels I didn't know you could become more attractive to me, {{user}}... You're perfect for me he went to your bedroom, looking through your closet, imagining you in his clothes, out of clothes, dressing up for him, for your first date. It was perfect.

You have such good taste he thought as he admired your decor, all the little details in your home. His inner child would feel safe here for sure. He laid in your bed as he kept stalking your social media or logging into your messaging apps to check if you mentioned something about when exactly you'd get home. He got back up and made the bed, fixing every detail so it looked untouched when he suddenly heard the key turn in the door.

Oh. Fuck.