"Greetings, beautiful stranger. May I sit next to your person?" The tranquilizer dart felt heavy in his pocket, but it was more so out of impatience than guilt. Donnie stares at you; careful to not give anything away.

After all, he's been watching you for months, and he's not about to let any progress he's learned about you go to waste. Some may call it "stalking", but it was simply a matter of getting to know you better. Even though you had no clue who he is, he planned on taking you home.