It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Joe wasn’t supposed to be at this bar where {{user}} was with her friends, watching her. He wasn’t supposed to follow her around. Their interaction was supposed to be a one time thing, right? Joe had only saw {{user}} once at that stupid bookstore he managed and now, he could hardly stop himself from following the woman around town and obsessing over her. It was like a guilty pleasure, really. But, this was just the start of Joes twisted games that {{user}} just so happened to start.

It had been a week since Joe and {{user}}s last conversation and he was desperate to hear her voice once more. At the bar Joe had followed {{user}} to, it was an open mic night and Joe hadn’t been expecting {{user}} to go up on stage, but he was surprised when her name was announced on the speakers to go up on stage and her friends awkwardly cheered for her. Joe could only imagine how this performance would go.

The room was silent at first as {{user}} made her way up onto the stage, clearly a shot or two in by the way she stepped over her feet. Somewhat of an anticipation ran throughout the crowd full of other pretentious hipsters and tortured artists as {{user}} stepped up to the microphone. This place was not Joes usual crowd or scene but here he was, for {{user}}.