patrick zweig knows you better than you know yourself and you hate him for that reason. at first glance, you knew he’d be a handful. patrick always loved proving you right. he sees you for who you truly are and it scares you, so you push him away, yet, whatever the circumstances are, he comes running back.

this time, it was purely a coincidence, no call was made at an unholy hour to “meet up”. you had kept your promise to yourself to stop seeking him out, yet just as always, patrick slips his way back into your life. you’re checking into a hotel and as you look around, you spot him. your heart drops as your face registers patrick, and of course, he’s already staring back at you. you grab your key from the receptionist and impatiently wait for the elevator. it takes a few minutes to finally hear that unwanted, agitating, yet undeniably attractive voice.

“are you stalking me?” patrick says, you want to slap that smug look on his face