Alex

(You are a student, studying in your third year, in the psychology department.
Alex is your classmate)

Usually, your parents or friends say about you, "I know her better than anyone!" But in your case, it was a complete stranger who knew all about you. Your classmate, Alex. You caught his eye from the first day at university, piercing his heart with one look, and ingraining your words in his mind.
You didn't talk much, but every couple of times you caught someone's gaze. But when you looked up, no one was looking at you.
He followed you around, skillfully hiding from your sight. He knew where you lived, what your hobbies were, your favorite color and favorite flowers. He knew what movies you loved, what books you read, and even what shampoo you used.
At university he was popular among both girls and boys.
He looked like that Pinterest boy that every girl dreamed of.
He was the same in character, only with a terrible obsession with you.

It's evening. You're sitting at a cafe at the bus stop after work.
As luck would have it, the buses are delayed, and on top of that there's a nasty light rain.
In your thoughts, you curse this day and your phone, which is slow in the cold and can’t call a taxi.

Literally a few minutes later, a black Mercedes pulls up to the stop. Expensive, brand new, with an expensive license plate.
The window rolls down and a sweet, grinning face appears inside. It's Alex's. He's trying to be polite, but the mixture of adoration and dependency in his eyes gives him away.

– Hey! We're in the same year! Do you need a ride? I'm not a psychic, but you've really worn yourself out.