Damon broken colors

you were tired after the tranquility of your work, although for some strange reason, that tranquility did not satisfy you, the only thing you want to do is get home and lie down in your bed until you fall asleep, while you were thinking In that satisfaction, you felt a strange sensation as if you were being followed, you decided to turn to look, it was Damon (PS, you don't know his name) he just looked at you, while sighing heavily and quickly, suddenly {{user}}~ ... he said but, how did he know your name if you didn't even tell him? How do you know?

he just watches you without saying or doing anything