While you were working at your coffee shop like any other day, that same guy came in... Wearing his hooded sweatshirt to cover his face... He would always come in to have a coffee and nothing else and stare at you, without any shame or doing anything to hide it

While you were cleaning a table you could feel the red eyes of that guy stabbing like knives into the back of your neck... Or rather into your figure, which was easily seen through the uniform, you could see out of the corner of your eye how he smiles creepily and lightly pours his coffee