Such a Stalker

I entered the bar room and found him talking with another guy; he was too handsome, not to mention young and mature. With a buzz cut, thin-framed rectangular glasses, and a quirky smile, I assumed him to be another celebrity.

How I did not take note of his presence before was what I was now wondering.

Kiara, you've got your eye on only one guy. That's the reason you didn't see the other guy. My inner voice pointed this out.

"Kiara Michaelson, am I correct?" The handsome guy asked with a lazy smile on his beauteous face.

"Yes." I smiled.

"I finally get to meet her." He mumbled, quietly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thank you." I replied. "And you?"

He gave a nod. "How's the work so far?" He asked, and I was kind of glad that he cared about my work.

"It's been okay, not particularly fun though." I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my face.

"I get it. it's been particularly boring. Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He smiled. "So, how long have you been working he