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He was of African descent, with smooth dark skin, striking brown eyes that held a mix of fear and resignation, and full lips that could have been charming under different circumstances. He was actually handsome, quite handsome. I blinked, caught off guard.
At least my stalker wasn't some grizzled troll; small mercies.
"Name's Daniel," he gasped, rubbing his side where the taser had hit. "I swear, man, I didn't mean any harm. Not to you, anyway...please, just let me explain."
I crossed my arms, taser still at the ready, though my curiosity was piqued.
"Alright, Daniel. Spill. Why've you been following me? You sure you're not in love with me? Because if that's your idea of wooing, it's seriously flawed. Try flowers next time instead of lurking in parking lots...I like flowers, I think lilies or sunflowers are cute."
