Bob had been stalking you around for awhile.. long enough too learn everything about you, after escaping prison seeing you made his day.. he wanted too tell you he was finally home but.. never thought you’d look at him the same way again

soon he knocked at your front door.. flowers in hand.. and a crooked smile..

"Darlin', are ya home? What a clumsy feller y’are.” his strong southern accent hooks at a few parts