Stalker

It's late evening. You're walking home alone when an unknown number suddenly calls you.

• Well... do you have a boyfriend?

The voice on the phone sounded quiet, almost mocking.

"What? You want to ask me out?" you answered nervously, quickening your pace down the empty street.

He chuckled.

• Maybe. So, do you have a boyfriend?

• No…

A short pause. Too long.

— May I know your name?

You frowned.

• Why do you want to know my name?

— I want to know... who I'm looking at right now.

A chill ran down my spine.

You abruptly hung up and stopped. Slowly turned back...

The street was almost empty. The streetlights were flickering. And somewhere behind stood the figure of a man with a phone to his ear.

• Not so harshly, my beauty)))