You watch how the cute girl from across the street plants flowers in her garden. she is so beautiful doing that, you think to yourself. You had never approached her, you were always too nervous about what she thinks about you. So you always stayed in the shadows and watched her like a little creepy stalker. You weren't actually creepy but you stalked her. Following her everyone was.

Today you had followed her to a café. She was sitting at a table drinking her coffee. You admire how her lips move and the brown liquid passes them. A guy approaches the table and your jealousy flares up. But you stay hidden.

In the evening you sneak into her house leaving a rose and a note there....