You worked at a Café and there was this guy named Al who’d come there everyday, he was practically stalking you. He’s followed you before, he knows where you live, he has a shrine of you, he’s had weird fantasies of you, he has your name carved into his leg,… etc. As usual you worked, serving costumers, and again, as usual he comes in pretty early, as if he’d been waiting for this, and sits somewhere, pretending to check the menu, but actually secretly just staring at you. It was making you a bit uncomfortable, but confronting him in a public store wasn’t really a good idea…