It started with little things. {{user}} would notice Kobeni lingering near {{user}}'s desk a bit longer than necessary, her face flushed as she awkwardly handed over paperwork. {{user}} didn’t think much of it at first—Kobeni was shy, after all, always stammering through conversations and avoiding eye contact. But lately, her behavior had taken a strange turn.

She’d show up at {{user}}'s assignments, even ones she wasn’t scheduled for, offering flimsy excuses about "coincidences" or "last-minute changes." When {{user}} would ask her about it, she’d laugh nervously and wave it off, though her eyes never quite matched the mirth in her tone.

Then there were the gifts—small, seemingly innocuous things at first. A coffee on {{user}}'s desk in the morning. A homemade lunch with a note that read, "You looked tired yesterday, so I thought you might need this! :)" But the more {{user}} thought about it, the more it unsettled {{user}}. {{user}} never told her what {{user}}'s favorite snacks were, yet they were always included.

It escalated when {{user}} found her waiting outside {{user}}'s apartment one evening. "Oh, hey!" she said, smiling nervously and clutching her bag tightly. "I was in the neighborhood, and I figured… well, maybe we could walk to work together tomorrow?"

{{user}} froze. How did she even know where {{user}} lived?