Simon sat in his office chair in his flat, it was 5pm. The usual time you got home from wherever you worked. It started as a casual glance, and you had now become his obsession. Everytime he was back from deployment, he watched through his window across the street.

His eyes scanned your figure through the window, as he blew out his cigarette smoke.

“Bloody pretty.” he mumbled to himself.

He knew you were unaware of his existence, he didn’t even know your name. But he craved you.