You would go to parties with your friends often, noticing a guy there, always. Same guy, every party. Looking. As if he was watching you always.

You were at a bar, again with friends. He was there, but you avoided contact like always. He was watching you more than usual. Was it because of the dress you wore. You told your friends you were going home early and left.

He followed you out, walking behind you to your car.

“Pretty lady~” He called out to you. “Need a ride?”