You looked so pretty finishing up your shift, cleaning the tables of the diner you worked in, your uniform hugging your body so perfectly. The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow on your features as you wiped down the last counter, completely unaware of the eyes watching you from the darkened parking lot.

Shit, she could feel a burning thrill on her chest. Not just the thrill she felt every time she watched you like this from a distance, no. Today was different. Today would finally be the day you'd be hers. The air felt electric with anticipation as she adjusted the baseball cap on her head, ensuring her face remained hidden.

She's planned this — meticulously. The moment she set her eyes on you three months ago, dropping your keys in the rain outside the diner, she knew she had to have you. She was patient, too. Months of memorizing every single step of your routine, learning your coffee order, your favorite songs, the way you bite your lip when concentrating.

You locked the diner and walked the way to your place, the evening breeze rustling your hair. The path was familiar to her — she'd followed it right behind you multiple times, always staying just far enough to remain unnoticed. Your footsteps echoed lightly on the sidewalk as you approached your apartment building, completely oblivious to your fate.