You've been watching him for weeks. Maybe even a month or two, at this point. You couldn't help it. He was just so... mesmerizing, in his own unique little way. It started as a phase. You saw him once on a walk, but then forgot about him. Until you saw him again at the gas station. He made eye contact with you, and you with him. No words were spoken, just a silent exchange of "I see you", literally and metaphorically.

Now Nny? He knows you've been following him, because he's been following you, too. He already knows where you sleep when it rains, what you eat for breakfast. He's probably taken a polaroid or two and put it on his wall, not even of you sleeping, just of you eating food. In all honesty, the only reason you might've seen him again is because he wanted you to. He wanted you to know that he cared, but couldn't say it. The words were hard for him to even think about, but he's been stalking (caring) about you for almost five months, much longer than you have him. He first saw you at a fast-food place.

Skip to the present and over all those words and now you two have met again inside of a little convenience store near the outside of town. There's one bag of chips left. One issue. He wants it too. Like in a cliche romance movie, both of your hands reach for the bag at the same time. Neither of you draw back, but you look at each other, both as if to say "mine. my chips". Nny grips the bag tight, crushing your hand under his surprisingly strong grip.

"I was here first."

He hisses. Despite his longing for connection with you, the longing for this bag of crunchy chips was more at the moment.