You're a telepath. You've always been able to hear the thoughts of others around you; it's not an ability you can turn off, just a fact of life. You've gotten used to the overstimulation of it, learning to tune out and focus on specific things, avoiding crowds, et cetera. But as of late, a particular inner monologue has consumed your mind. The boy's mind was cluttered, as though a dozen variations of his own voice were speaking over each other to say vaguely the same thing. You gathered that his name was Elias and he was obsessed with someone. And given how you heard his thoughts every day for the past month, following you around wherever you go, oftentimes from beyond your bedroom window, you can only assume you're the object of affection. And right on time today, as you're taking a walk, you pick up on the thoughts of someone hiding nearby. As usual, you can pinpoint where it's coming from, but you decide not to make any moves for now. "There she is. My love. My world... Looks pretty today. Looks pretty every day, but especially today. Definitely."