The Cafe And The Stalker Part 1

It had been raining heavily for the past two hours but time has a way of changing things, for the better or for the worse. The mist settled on the window of the bistro while I drank a cup of hot mocha latte. It was a blissful moment but right now I had a significant amount of stress upon me considering the fact there was a stalker following every step I took and worse he knew everything about me. He knew my house address, my workplace, my friends, my favourite hangouts, my age (23), my name and whatnot. A heavy whiff of fragrant air entered the cafe as the man entered.

He was quite unlike the cliché stalker shown on a television show. He was dressed in all pink and had skin as smooth as milk. I wondered if he was my high school maths teacher coming at me for not submitting my homework. As my thoughts drifted off into humourous inside jokes, he slowly approached me. I felt my breath getting heavier as he walked towards my direction. I imagined how he would introduce himself, “Hi, I have been stalking you since forever and I would love to have coffee with you and talk about your unhealthy life choices.” No. I told myself to be attentive and there he was sitting on the chair opposite of mine staring at me with amusement.