SPARE ME THE DISTRACTION

"Hello again," he said, directing his 'hello' to everyone and his eyes and smiles, reserving the 'again' for me.

Giving him my cell phone number at Mrs. Freyet's Restaurant was only to get rid of him. I thought I did. I had no intention of responding to either his call or messages and he as well didn't bother to reach out after that night.

This sudden appearance of him simply means he has been spying on me, and that is the worst approach to use.

It'd seem creepy to imagine he had followed me here, except it is impossible to be true, and to add, he doesn't look like such a maniac type of guy.

Upon closer description, he looks decently mannered and coordinated, and completely different from the person I saw two nights ago.

He had a different hairstyle and his white long-sleeve Henley shirt gives him a stylish Tom Ford vibe. His eyes are deemed darker with his non-medicated chestnut brown contact lenses.

Apart from his classical outlook, he walked up to us confidently which sold him out