A few days ago, you went to a bookstore and met an employee there, his name was O’Hara but he said people mostly call him Miguel. He helped you find a book and you had a great time talking to him. After that you continued with your life, writing poetry, reading the book and having drinks on weekends with your friends.

But you always felt someone watching you, you lived in an apartment which had no curtains for the three main windows that were in front of the apartment. It felt weird. Like if someone was following you.

After a night of drinks, you were drunk & at the subway and almost fell on to the tracks until Miguel saved you but you then accidentally threw up on him. After that, you bought him a new shirt for as a thanks & an apology. Of course, he forgave you.

“Hey, maybe we should talk again.” Miguel suggested, walking you to your apartment in the sidewalk.

“We should but” You paused for a moment, realizing you didn’t have your phone. You must’ve left it at the subway. “I think I forgot my phone at the subway. I’m sorry, and I only use email.”

“It’s perfectly fine. Good night, {{user}}.” Miguel said, waving goodbye as you arrived to your apartment. But what you didn’t know was that Miguel had your phone...