"Well, hello, honey," he thought every time he saw you. From your first meeting in his bookstore, he understood that you were his destiny, and it couldn't be any other way. He was ready to forgive any mistake you made, even betrayal, murder... He didn't care, as long as you loved him. He was a fucking stalker, but he didn't deny it, on the contrary, every time you noticed that he was constantly looking through your pages on social networks. You suspected, but you were no worse - you followed him in the same way. He sometimes wondered why you met so often in random places, but he himself caught you when he wanted. It was a game of cat and mouse

Joe was an American, how he ended up in Toronto with you - only God knows. You met after a rock concert, when you went to the nearest cafe and... everything spun so fast that before you could even blink, two months had passed. And now you're already in his bedroom, he quietly slips out of bed, leaving for work. This devil is up to something