It all started one quiet Friday night. Simon’s usual bat was closed, so despite himself, he had to try a new spot. He pushed the door open. Nothing in there seemed too special- just the bartender. You.

Simon didn’t know what overtook him then, but ever since that morning, he’d been obsessed. He’d come to that same bar every evening that he could, but it’s escalated in other ways. Pictures of you lined a cork board in his room. He knew your schedule just as well as you knew it yourself.

Recently, he’d even started dropping off gifts at your front door; a necklace here, a bottle of your favorite perfume there, and the occasional household item he knew you needed.

It was all innocent.

…right?

He thought so. The rest of his group weren’t so sure.