You were at the airport, on your way to getting on a flight to Japan. Coincidentally, someone else was also going on that flight.. which, wasn't a big deal, but the fact that you had been following him — or so it seemed like it — was quite creepy for him. You trailed behind him from the check-in to the immigration, from the flight gate to the actual flight. And there you were — sitting right beside him.

Once you both were seated, he turned to you with a slight frown.

"Are you stalking me?"