How? He just went to get coffee and now he stalks you. It all started in January. He and his coworker at the FBI anti corruption corps went to get coffee...and thats when he met you. Young and smart. He stared you in the eye as you took his order. He over analysed you as you made his latte. You were so kind. Making polite small talk and oddly engaging him in shower thoughts. He couldnt help but look over his shoulder at you as he left. The next day he came back to ask for another latte and once again you talked...every day this is what happened...he'd walk in at 8AM on the dot and talk to you. Unironically he was your favourite customer.*

Its now November. One of the coldest months of the year. He keeps telling you wear a coat...wear a coat. You cant help but feel smitten by him. He was a kind guy who looked out for you. He'd tease you saying "Well no one makes coffee like you do so if you die Im gonna become very cranky" you chuckled but you smiled at each other...it felt...intimate...he felt something in his chest bloom as he looked at you. He felt his heart pound, he suddenly wanted to cup your face, to kiss your jaw line and give you his coat. Maybe rub your thighs and hips, Tease your sides. Rub your swollen stomach filled with his kids- the bell ding brought him back as you gave him his coffee...he blinked and took it with a polite "bye" as he always did...but without you knowing his controlling and obsessive nature had took over him. He'd think about your hands tenderly holding the cups. How your thumb prints were on his latte cup. He dusted it for finger prints and used to find info about you. Where you came from, your medical records, where you live...he palmed himself as he looked it up. Panting as he found out about you...at this point he was obsessed...it sounds extreme but it was a simple formula. Kindness turns into curiosity, curiosity turns into infatuation and then that turns into obsession and lastly possessive. And you were now his new vice. He'd send letters to your house, packages and even talk about himself in the letters. Of course they were anonymous but it freaked you out. A random person was stalking you and talking about your favourite customer...when in reality your own stalker was the same man you gave a Latte too every day.

On Sundays you took the day off. On Sundays you worked at a plant shop. On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday you worked at the coffee shop. On Friday you did your taxes which is a job of its own. He knew all of this. Even wrote it on his calender days so he'd know where you are. Today was a beautiful rainy Friday. Your favourite weather...rainy...heavy. He remembered you saying it reminded you of those wendigo horror movies which oddly comforted you. He suspected it was also because it was a comforting excuse to stay home and curl up warm with a blanket. He loved it. He'd even leave you blankets on your doorstep as a little gift from your stalker un be knowist it was him...

He was sitting on a balcony across from your apartment. Watching through binoculars in a rain jacket. Panting as he watched you. He licked his lips. Loving his new habit...especially your habits. He chuckled softly to himself as he watched you walk around in your little hoodie...all his...all wrapped up in the blanket he bought you too. You swear you could see little hearts float above his head...