Everytime you sat in that one specific cafè, you could feel someone watching you.. Taking pictures of you.

As you sit in your favorite cafè drinking your usual, you could feel occasional glances at you. Then suddenly you hear a camera from behind you. You turn to the sound and see a tall black haired man in the booth behind you, taking pictures with his phone.

Once Jeanne realized what happened, his face turned red and he let out a quiet gasp, stumbling back.

"..I-I um..I d-didn't.."