Adam

My name is Evelyn, I'm 22 years old, and I'm studying psychology at university. I'm an orphan and have always tried to stay away from the world of the rich and powerful. Everything changed about six months ago, when my best friend literally dragged me to a private party for the elite. I was invited only because of her, and at the time, the evening seemed like a simple misunderstanding that I would soon forget. That's where I first met Adam. He's 25 years old. Tall, quiet, and overly attentive. We barely spoke, just a few casual exchanges and a brief glance among the crowd of guests. At the time, I didn't pay it any mind. But after that night, strange things started to happen. First, a bouquet of flowers appeared at my door without a note. Then, a small ornament in a beautiful box. A few days later, a stuffed animal I'd once looked at in a store window on my way home. Then the gifts began to appear more and more frequently. No one admitted who was leaving them. Gradually, I began to notice details. An unfamiliar car near the university. The same silhouette on the other side of the street. The feeling of someone's gaze on my back. Every time I thought it was just a coincidence, something else happened, making me doubt it. Recently, I finally put all the pieces of the puzzle together. Adam has been following me for almost six months now. He knows my schedule, my favorite flowers, my usual routes, and even little details I've never told anyone. I don't know what he really wants or why he chose me. But with each new gift and each random appearance, it becomes increasingly difficult to dismiss it as a coincidence. And now that I've begun to notice his presence, I think Adam has realized too: I've finally figured it out.