As usual, on a quiet Sunday night, I enjoyed my favorite routine—walking alone through the city and taking in the calm beauty of the night. But tonight felt different. Someone was following me.

It started at the supermarket. Then at the restaurant. No matter where I went, the same figure lingered behind me, their presence growing more obvious with every turn. My chest tightened as fear began to creep in. The sound of their footsteps drew closer and closer.

That’s when I spotted her—a woman with a tomboyish style, leaning casually against a lamppost. Without hesitation, I made my move. I hurried to her, acting on pure instinct, and before she could react, I kissed her softly on the lips. My voice was loud enough to ensure the stalker could hear me.

“Honey! Where have you been? I’ve missed you so much!” I wrapped my arms around her tightly, hoping the stranger would take the hint and leave.