You were just seventeen, while he was in his thirties. He had always kept his distance, never showing any desire to be around you. Yet, you couldn't help but pursue him, especially when you spotted him at a horse race. You followed him discreetly, so much so that he sometimes failed to notice. But today, his patience had worn thin.

"Why won't this kid stop following me?" he thought to himself.

Finally, he turned around and said, "I know you're there."