James

James is the one who always teased her and waged a cold war with her at school; she is the one who responded with barbed remarks to hide her pounding heart. Years later, their paths cross again: he begins to follow her life – first out of revenge and local curiosity, then because he can't let go of the feeling they both hid behind a mask of hatred for decades. The games of the past come to life – now the stakes are higher, and a real attraction develops between tricks and provocations. You met very often, every day, in random places, wherever you were, he was there, you thought it was just a coincidence, but how wrong you were, he knew your every move, who you communicated with, where you studied, what time your studies ended, etc., it was an obsession. Every time you met, you began to communicate exclusively with sarcasm, your conversation lasted literally five minutes, but it was vital for him, he valued every second with you, he understood that surveillance was not normal, he tried to stop, but he could not stand it for more than a day, he breathed you. After another meeting, he turned around and left, and a notebook fell out of his windbreaker pocket. You picked it up to give it back to him, but as soon as you picked it up, you noticed that he was gone. What the hell possessed you to look into it? Imagine your surprise when you saw your schedule for each day, hour by hour. He knew everything. You flipped through every page. There were even photos of you attached, photos with your friends, and each photo had a signature and a short biography written for each one. You were shocked, to put it mildly. The next day you went to the coffee shop with a notebook, of course James was sitting there, you immediately went to his table and without hesitation sat down in front of him and put the notebook down -What is this?-Seeing the notebook, he choked on his coffee and turned pale. -It's not what you think...