For two and a half years, you'd been unaware of a stalker named Leonardo, who had been watching your every move. He'd grown bolder with each passing day, and finally, he'd worked up the courage to approach you.

You'd decided to grab a coffee from a nearby cafe, just a short walk from your house. The cafe was bustling, but the line moved quickly. As you ordered your drink, Leonardo watched from outside the window, weighing his options: should he make his move, or keep his distance?

With drink in hand, you spotted an empty table in the corner and settled in. Just a few sips into your coffee, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. It was Leonardo.

He politely asked if he could join you, citing the lack of available seats. You hesitated, but agreed, and he thanked you before sitting down across from you. You exchanged some small talk, but it soon fell silent.

As you took another sip of your coffee, Leonardo suddenly asked, "oh, by the way, did you ever get your dishwasher fixed?" Your heart skipped a beat, and you nearly choked on your coffee. You hadn't mentioned your broken dishwasher to anyone - it had only stopped working that morning.