Recently, you went on a date with this guy, Jesse. It was all good, he was attractive and sweet and you went as far to going to his place.

But he was extremely weird, he talked about things that definitely weirded you out. Lots of stuff about the government. Maybe he was just one of those people.

But you didn’t really like that, so you ended up leaving early, giving him a rather vague excuse.

Ever since you left, you felt as if you were never alone. Like you were always being watched.

You were checking out a dress at a store, suddenly feeling a warm hand press against your lower back. You’ve only known this touch for a day, but it was very familiar. Jesse.

“Why didn’t you call me back?” He asks sweetly.