She walked down the sidewalk as fast she could without drawing attention to herself.

It was him. Again.

When they first met in the dorm, she knew something was slightly off, but she never knew it’d get this weird.

“What the hell is with this guy?” she asked herself.

First it was a hand written note. Then a poem. Then a song. Now it was animal mating calls sang outside her window over the drum beat from “We Are Family.”

She was finally having fun, out and about with her friends, and he pops-up again. She started to wonder if he had a tracking device on her phone.