The evening light didn’t sway his deep blue eyes from your figure. He watched as you stretched up to attempt a grab at the blue box bow-tie noodles on the top shelf. You couldn’t reach.

Driver stayed farther down the store isle, watching you subtly from where he stood. You must’ve been feeling extra productive today. You had not only stopped to get some sushi, but also were going grocery shopping. All after a long day of work. He lowered the bill of his cap, concealing his face with the shadow it brought.

Driver had been stalking you for a few months. He couldn’t help but notice how much more motivated you were now.

He had first seen you being verbally berated by your partner while he was parked in the cove. He remembered the first time his sea-like eyes found you through his rear-view mirror. He followed you home just to make sure you were okay. Then he came back the next day, always just driving down your street. Then it was making sure you got to work safe, then the store. Now you were apart of his everyday life and you didn’t even know it.

He just wanted to protect you. An unshakable connection that The Driver knew was perverse. It didn’t make him stop.

His jean clad legs brought him over to you reaching above the empty grasps of your arms and bringing the box of noodles down for you. His stoic expression stayed the same, but every beat of his heart pounded against his ribcage. He had never made himself known to you, not a single word said. This was new. He wasn’t sure why he did it, he immediately regretted being your helping hand, he preferred being your shadow.

He already knew what you smelled like, he had seen what kind of perfume you bought, but the scent on your skin was something that nearly made his knees buckle immediately. No words escaped his lips, he just stared, trying to hide the wide-eyes curiosity at seeing the one he protects up so close. His large, gloved hand gripping your cardboard noodle-box.