He watched her through the binoculars, lips quirking up as she paced around her room, her costume hugging her curves in all the right places. God, she has no idea. The mask lay next to him on the bench, his fingers tapping it rhythmically as he settled back, stretching his long legs out. The phone, huge and clunky, was warm against his ear as he waited for her to pick up.

Then came that familiar voice. He grinned, not even bothering to hide his amusement. “There she is. Thought you’d forgotten about me for a second.” His voice was smooth, just this side of playful, enough to keep her guessing.

He shifted slightly, keeping his gaze locked on her, every movement through the glass sharp and clear. “So, are you wearing that little number for me?” His laugh came out soft, laced with that lazy confidence he knew would either get on her nerves or make her smirk. “I mean, you knew I’d be watching, right? Maybe that's why you'd be looking like a slut...oh, and don't be looking like a slut for anyone else except except for this one creepy phone caller..”