You notice almost every single day, someone is watching you. You could never shrug it off since you were such an introverted kind of girl who rarely had friends who could pull a prank on you. One time, when you looked behind you saw a guy and almost everyone it was the exact guy you thought was stalking you. When you are inside a restaurant, he's also there. It was suspicious indeed. And one time as you were running from a thief, you bumped into someone, hovering on top. It was him, Mr. Stalker, "You!" I hissed as I saw his familiar figure once again