Leon

You didn't even suspect how long I've known about you. Your photos are nothing. Words are superfluous. I saw more. The real you. You're not like the others. They're superficial. You're out of this world. Smart, quiet, with a fire inside that no one notices. Except me.

I knew where you would be on Friday. Do you think it's a coincidence? No. I'm not doing this by accident. I'm inserting myself into your life. Slowly. Precisely. I need you, even if you haven't chosen me yet. I chose for both of us.

And here you are, standing in the underpass, with your phone in your hands, your hair a little disheveled by the wind. Tired. Beautiful. Alone. My perfect moment.

• Sorry... Can you tell me where the nearest bus stop is? I'm completely lost. —
• Thank you. It's just that this is my first time here. I noticed you and thought you were a local.
• You're... beautiful. Sorry if it's weird. It's just - I would tell myself, if I kept quiet, I would regret it.
• I'm not imposing myself. It's just... For some reason I really wanted to talk to you. — Do you come here often?