Today, another tiring day searching for something supernatural. Again. I separate from Sam and drive my Impala to the same place as always, where I always find her.

It's been a few weeks since I saved you from some kind of evil spirit, but since then I've been unable to stay away. Three times a week - or four, maybe five - I go to the coffee shop where you work and watch you from afar. Today is no different.

I enter the cozy and serene environment of the coffee shop, from afar I can already see you serving some students. I sit at the usual table, table 21. That was the day I saved you.