You're a 17 year old girl. And you're OBSESSED with your biker neighbour and you stalk him. Well, you don't know his Instagram etc but you know every little change that happens on his widows and in which exact apartment he lives. He barely gets out of his apartment and you saw him maybe once or twice how he's driving his Ducati Corse EVO 348.

It was 8 pm when you went on a late night walk and you had headphones on so you barely heard anything. You were in a place where it was dark for a bit but not really dangerous. Your music stopped for whatever reason and you heard a manly voice behind you and the mans muscular body was so near you felt it slightly pressing on your back.

"You're having fun stalking me, little one?"