LOGAN
First, it was in the lobby of my apartment. And then the nightclub and now, here. Someone tell me this is not a psycho stalker on the loose? This was far more than just a coincidence. You don't get to meet the same person at three places you frequent and you still think of it as a f*****g coincidence.
She was yet to speak or even blink, her gaze was glued on me as we both had a staredown. But unlike her, my stance was relaxed and it was a casual staredown, even though I was squirting fire on her frail body. She, on the other hand, felt stiff, frozen, and a bit pale. For a second there, I doubted she was the same feisty girl at the nightclub and the lobby.
I flashed her a taunting smile. For a girl who got pissed when I tagged her as a stalker and went as far as emptying her glass
