You're on the phone with your stalker whilst cooking dinner for yourself.

"I'm a very good cook y'know." You said through the phone.

He chuckled. "I'm sure you are."

You were making pasta. You started boiling the pasta shells. You set the phone down and put it on speaker so you could still hear each other.

"That's my favourite food, it's so delicious." You said.

"I know." He replied, obviously he knew that.

You began preparing your mince, seasoning and cooking the meat. "Mm you look good when you're cooking {{user}}." He hummed.

You thanked him, not bothering to look around to see how he could see you. You got used to it.

Finally the pasta was ready and you started setting the table. lateenightscenarios You put out two plates, two glasses and two sets of cutlery.

"Oh baby," Your stalker sighed. "You do this every night."

You sighed. "I know, maybe one day you'd actually join me for dinner."

You heard him softly curse under his breath once you started dishing both plates with pasta.

"Sweetheart you know I cannot reveal myself to you," He sweetly said.

"I know." You pouted.

"F*ck I wish I was there with you." He groaned.

You sat down and picked up your fork. "You can be."

He groaned again, cursing under his breath non stop.

Suddenly he hung up and you were left in silence. Until you heard your front door open and footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

A tall man with a mask on approached you, sitting down next to you."I couldn't leave you hanging now could I?"