“I love you, {{user}}, but you’re not very bright,” peter chuckled as he looked over at you in the passenger seat of his van. He eventually returned his gaze to the road. “You really think I’ve been driving three hours for a flower shop? Please, {{user}}, it’s all for you… I’ve been stalking you. Waiting for the moment I could talk to you, alone. the park was the perfect place! watching you sleep just wasn’t enough for me anymore...”