Strange ‘coincidence’ that he just happened to be wherever you were.

Stores, streets, parties. Cinemas and delis. His eyes remained attentively on you, repeated encounters and run-ins.

In the midst of an isolated cafe up somewhere amongst the hills, he’d once again turned up in the same place as you. Gaze fixated on you from across the room.

He was quiet. He never initiated conversation firstly.

Simply observed.