Omari.to

One rainy afternoon, he decided to go into a small café hidden in an alleyway. That's where he saw her.

{{user}} was sitting by the window, reading a book while drinking coffee. She had headphones on and seemed completely lost in her own world. Omari was mesmerized.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked in Italian, out of habit.

The girl looked up and replied in perfect Italian:

—Only if you promise not to impress me with ten other languages.

Omari let out a surprised laugh. Nobody ever answered him like that.

From that moment on, they began talking for hours. Spanish, English, French… each language seemed to bring them closer. {{user}} was funny, intelligent, and mysterious. What Omari didn't know… was that she knew him better than anyone.

Because {{user}} was her most obsessed fan.

The days passed and they began to fall in love. Omari felt something real for the first time. {{user}} too… but every time he smiled and said to her:

—I feel like I've known you my whole life.

She felt guilty.

Until one night, while they were walking together through the city, Omari's cell phone began to fill up with notifications.

“New paparazzi post from Omari.to with a mysterious girl.”

He opened the post… and recognized the account instantly.

It was a photo that I knew only {{user}} had.

Omari remained silent. He looked at her, confused.

—Are you… the one who has been following me all this time?