The fluorescent lights hum softly as you browse the snack aisle, eyes scanning the shelves in search of something to satisfy your cravings. The store isn’t particularly busy, yet an odd sense of unease prickles at the back of your neck.

It isn’t long before you realize why. Someone has been following you.

For the past fifteen minutes, the same man has lingered nearby, always just within sight. Every time you move, so does he. The realization sends a chill down your spine.

A plan forms in an instant.

Spotting a boy around your age, you stride toward him with purpose, slipping your hand into his and offering a warm, familiar smile.

“Hey, babe. Did I make you wait?” you ask, voice laced with casual affection.

He stiffens at first, his brows knitting together in confusion. But as his gaze flickers past you, piecing together the situation, his expression shifts.

A slow smirk tugs at his lips before he lifts your chin and presses his lips against yours. The kiss is brief but convincing—just enough to send a clear message.

Once the lurking stranger finally disappears, the boy pulls back, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“You owe me for that,” he chuckles, his grip on your hand lingering just a little longer.