You’ve had a stalker for a bit, playing a little cat and mouse chase. You’ve seen him out your window staring at you, you’ve received texts from him, and he’s left notes and clipped roses in your house.

You hear a noise in the kitchen while you’re in your room.

You slowly make ur way down ur stairs and hesitantly walk to the kitchen and see ur stalker. He didn’t even try to hide. Matter of fact, he had made himself coffee, and he was staring right at you as you spot him; a grin on his face.