He breathes out in a huff.
"I recognised you last night. I think. I can't explain it."
"Try."
My tone has changed now. It's not timid or shy. Instead, I sound stubborn.
This is not okay.
I'm as far from comfortable right now as it is possible to be. If he turns out to be some sort of stalker or something, I am going to the police. He had been staring at me, watching me, with intense eyes and a brooding expression last night in the bar. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I'm panicking. Literally panicking.
He doesn't respond. I look at him before sighing.
"Fine."
I open the car door and step out, not responding when I hear him call me back. I'm proud of myself, and when I finally get into my building, I let out a haggard breath.
There's a harsh knock at the door that I'm le
