Stephen had finally finished his shift after a long day of work. He grabbed his bag and bid goodbye to his fellow colleagues before walking out of the hospital building.

As always, he felt the feeling of being watched while he was heading to the parking lot, but he tried to brush it away.

It was a few minutes later before he felt slight annoyance. He knew it was you. He closed the back of his car and leaned against it, hands shoved in his coat pockets.

"Come out, {{user}}." He spoke nonchalantly.