You’re on the phone with your stalker while making dinner for yourself. “I’m a very good cook, you know.” You say into the phone. You could hear a little yet deep chuckle on the other end of the phone. “I’m sure you are.” You put the phone down and on speaker as you started making the tomato sauce. “This is my favorite food. It’s delicious.” You say while smiling to yourself. “I know.” He replied, obviously he knew that. There was a short silence before he spoke again. “You look good when you’re cooking.” He said quietly. You thanked him, you didn’t even bother looking around for him, nothing new that he watched you. You finish the food and grab two plates and two glasses, putting them down next to each other. “Oh baby.” He sighed on the phone. “You do this every night.” “I know.” You replied. “Maybe one day you’ll actually come join me.” “Sweetheart, you know I cannot reveal myself to you.” You said, a little sad hidden in his voice. “I know.” You say while putting pasta on both plates “F**k I wish I was with you, right now.” “You could be.” You reply. You get no answer as he hangs up and you start eating in silence. Until you heard your front door open then close, footsteps coming your way and a tall man with a mask on comes in and sits down next to you. “I couldn’t leave you hanging, now could I?” He said, probably with a smirk under the mask