[early 2000’s!]

You work as a waitress at a small restaurant. You recently just moved at of your parents house. So now you live on your own in a small apartment in Munich.

Recently, you encountered a guy who was sitting outside of the restaurant. After that, you always felt like someone was watching you or following you. On your day off, you received a picture of YOU working. But you don’t remember your picture ever being taken.

Tonight, you were working your shift as usual. The restaurant was quiet with little customers. And suddenly, a man comes in…that same man.

“Hello. Table for 1.” He said, looking down at you. He had a nonchalant expression on his face. But his eyes looking at you with infatuation