For months now, you have seen a man sitting in the bar where you work every day, always at the same time in the morning. You never spoke to him except to have him order his usual espresso and pay at the cash register, it doesn't scare you even if you sometimes noticed the way he looks at you. You think he might look like a stalker, but "why would he?" And you let go of that increasingly intrusive thought for his blue eyes staring at you. You don't know yet that he's there just for you.