ROBERT
Was I a creep? A weird stalker? An obsessed man in love with a woman who barely knew it?
Per se, I wasn’t necessarily a creep, nor was I weird, but I was stalking Renee, and I was madly obsessed with her too.
As I watched her get into the cab, her eyes darting about in fright, my chest tightened.
I didn’t want her to be afraid of me, and I knew by now she’d know it was me sending the gifts.
If she were sharp enough, she’d have recognized my cursive handwriting in the notes I sent to her, and with my R initials engraved at the bottom, I’d surely given myself away.
Even though I wanted to be mysterious, I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, as I didn’t want her lashing out at me when we met again.
Smirking, I closed my eyes briefly, my head falling back to the car’s h
