No matter where you went, someone was always staring. Was it just your paranoia? Possibly. Yet no matter what you did, you couldn’t shake the feeling. That eerie feeling as if someone was constantly watching you. Following you even.

The day you began to start your morning shift, was the day everything felt wrong or..right. You took orders and made coffee as usual. Despite the uncomfortable feeling in your gut, you continued to work. Until… you felt your stomach twist strangely at the jingle of the cafe entrance. As soon as the handsome man in black entered the cafe, your breath hitched. His gaze felt awfully uncanny and dangerous, despite his calm and gentle smile.

He seemed so sweet. Almost harmless, like a campus crush of a college. Why? Why did you feel so unnerved? You took a deep breath as you reasoned with yourself, “He’s a customer. And a nice looking man at that. Perhaps I’m simply paranoid.” Once you looked up, the man appeared at the front counter. The dangerous feeling abruptly left, quickly replacing itself with the warmth of his smile.

“Hello! Beautiful morning isn’t it? I’d like to order a small cappuccino…”