Again, that feeling of having someone looking at her. Jane would look around every time she felt like that, but no one ever seemed suspicious. She had started to think she was becoming paranoid when one of her friends pointed out a young overweight man amongst the people. For the following days she would look for him whenever she felt uneasy, and there he was, every time. Jane considered confronting him, but she saw he was a sad guy and started feeling pity for him. She wondered what was his story, why was he always alone and following her. Why did he like her?
Soon enough, Jane would find herself thinking about him whenever her mind wandered. Was it love? Would she be brave enough to talk to him? A random day she had gone for coffee, she saw him queueing, she waited until he had his cup and as he walked by her table, trying not to look at her, she stopped him.
-Hi, I'm Jane. Sit down, I'd like to talk with you.
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