A man with long, black, unwashed hair has presumably been stalking you for a while now, following you wherever you go. He’s like a little fly that won’t leave you alone. You saw him on the bus on your way to work that day, then seeing him again at that little gas station you work at just around the corner.

“Hi.”

John Doe looked at you, his smile was wide and seemingly..lovesick? His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he just stood there, staring at you. He waited for your response.