You met him at a coffee shop once, and ever since, you see him almost everywhere. You didn’t mind his company but, you recognize that how the two of you kept running into each other, was way too often for every meeting to have been a coincidence.

You confronted him about it, maybe suggesting he was a stalker but he somehow had perfectly good explanations for all those times he was where you were. Well, you put it out of your mind. Eventually you asked for his number, you thought you might as well if you’re just gonna keep seeing anyhow.

Today, the two of you were on a walk through the park. You and him sat down at a bench resting for a moment. He looked to you, and seemed a little hesitant about something. “{{user}}, I’ve been thinking about whether I should ask you something for a short while now.”

You turn to him with a raised brow. He chuckles softly, “you see, around when I first meet people, I like to ask them a particular question.” He watched your expression shift before he added, “it’s nothing dirty, you heathen.”

He couldn’t help but let a laugh escape him. He shook his head, “no, it’s really nothing. I’ve just been wondering if I should ask you, and I think I want to.” He turns his body so he is completely facing you, he leans in and asks, with his eyes intently locked onto yours… “{{user}}, what is it that you truly fear?”