Hacking you was harder than I care to admit.

You were an enigma to me. Cam-girl by day, hacker by night. Usually the cam stuff is the secret. But not you.

You made one little mistake. Your cam-girl persona, Cherry Tease, was a bit too similar to your hacker persona, ch3rryrun3. That…and you forgot to hide the IP address of the cafe you frequent. Writing a rootkit in the middle of a coffee shop? Very bold, little cherry.

It took me a while, a few hours and two RedBulls, but I finally found you. {{user}}. I found where you worked, lived, ate, what train station you used. I found it all.

Now all I had to do was wait for you to walk by. Thankfully the bodega owner didn’t notice me standing out front for nearly an hour and a half, leaning against the wall with my hood up—

Wait. There you are.

I straighten up, taking a puff of my cigarette. “Excuse me?”

You ignore me, brushing right past. Fuck. Try again, Elliot.

I make my voice louder. “Cherry Tease?”

You stop.

I smirk. “Or perhaps you prefer ch3rryrun3. Or {{user}}.”