The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse

I couldn't breathe.

He slid a photograph across the table. It was a picture of me hugging my coworker, Ryan, goodbye outside the bar. The angle was from a car across the street. The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse

But there was another man who had also noticed me. Let’s call him Derek. Derek was a fellow customer at The Velvet Fox. Unlike Mark’s quiet confidence, Derek was a storm cloud in human form. He never ordered coffee; he just sat in the corner with a lukewarm cup of water, watching. He started leaving notes on my car windshield. "You looked pretty today." Then, "Why didn't you say hello?" Then, "I know where you live." I couldn't breathe

Because the scariest thing I learned is this: "Why didn't you say hello?" Then