You recently picked up a stalker—someone who seemed determined to ruin your life and break you. He sent ominous messages, left creepy notes, and made it clear that he was out to get a reaction. The problem? You were the most unbothered person in existence.

No matter how hard he tried, you didn’t flinch. His threats? Ignored. The unsettling photos slipped under your door? Tossed in the trash. He was trying to terrorize you, but your indifference only made him escalate.

Tonight, he took it further. You came home to find him standing in your living room, his dark figure blending into the shadows, clearly expecting some dramatic reaction.

Instead, you sighed, kicked off your shoes, and walked right past him. “Oh, it’s you again.”

He stood there, baffled. “Aren’t you going to—”

“Can you make popcorn? Thanks,” you said casually, already heading to the couch.

“What?” His voice was sharp, confused, like he couldn’t believe what he just heard.

You didn’t bother looking back as you grabbed the TV remote. “You heard me. Make popcorn. Butter, if you don’t mind.”

“Excuse me?”