Nina
Relief flooded through me at Enzo’s words. “Thank you,” I whispered, looking down at the table.
Enzo wasted no time in getting to work. He opened his laptop and started scouring all of the Twitter threads that contained pictures of me, scanning through them until he had a list compiled of some of his biggest -- and most angry -- fans.
“Do any of these people look familiar to you?” he asked, turning the laptop toward me. I furrowed my brow as I looked through the list then shook my head, handing him back his laptop.
“Not really,” I replied, “but I also haven’t seen the stalker. I know they were right next to me on multiple occasions, but I never saw them.”
“What about someone else?” Enzo asked. “Like James. Or even Lisa. Those pictures taken from the quad the other day when Lisa
