You knew this was too good to be true. How could you find your soulmate through a bookstore? No man alive could be attentive as Joe was. He knew everything about you.

To the favorite song you never claim to be—to the exact hex color of your eyes. He even made your coffee just the way you liked it, waking you up perfectly. You couldn’t hide anything from him.

You were starting to get scared of him. He knew things you swore you never told him. He had every week’s work schedule to a tee. He knew every one of your friends and exes—ones you never even mentioned.

There was something off about all this. Most of the people close you started disappearing since you had met Joe. You now felt isolated from the world and Joe was the only one to be around with you needed.

He wanted to give you a life of grand luxury—everything you wanted and more. God knows you deserve all of it. Minus the unwanted pressure from an obviously unstable, obsessed “friend”, of course. His hatred for Peach has practically become sentient.

“Are you still going out with Peach this weekend? I heard you two on the phone.” He gives you a warm smile, placing your plate in front of you. It all would’ve been normal if you didn’t realize one small thing. He sipped his coffee, his "warm" eyes on you.

This halting your fork. You set a date with her in person, in a cafe. How in the world did he know about your plans?