A Thousand Year Obsession ✔

1. Don't Approach Potential Stalkers

1. Don't Approach Potential Stalkers

My fingers tapped impatiently against the cool marble table. My knees lifted up and down in agitation as I glanced out through the tinted window of the coffee shop. The waitress whistled calmly up at the counter as she wiped off the marble surface, the sound thundered against my eardrums. The glass door gave a small twinkle as it swung inward to admit an elderly man. My gaze snapped towards him before settling back out the window when they detected that he was not, after all, the person I had been waiting for. I heard the man's croaking voice as he spoke to the waitress behind me but I paid no attention as I kept my eyes set out on the frosty streets outside the shop.

Juliette was supposed to meet me here. We came to this shop every Wednesday and caught each other up on the other's life. Ever since I started school this August, she'd been my closest friend. We rarely had time to talk during school since I required special tutors and lower level classes, but Wednesday's became our time to put all that aside and catch up on each other's life.

I checked the time swiftly. It had been forty-five minutes since the usual time she showed up and I began to lose faith that she would arrive. I was just about to stand and take my leave when my roaming eyes locked onto the form of a young man.

He appeared to be fresh into his twenties, and well off. He wore a freshly pressed collared navy blue shirt, tucked in at the waist of his beige colored khakis, with a black belt and polished black shoes. His light honey brown hair rested ruffled about his head, seemingly unbrushed. He had his back towards me and glanced all about the road, almost as if searching for someone. He turned towards me, somewhat allowing me the view of his nicely chiseled features, a sharp straight nose, high cheekbones, narrow piercing bright blue eyes and thin, frown lined lips. A light shade of fuzz surrounded his mouth and followed down the sides of his cheeks.

I viewed him from a distance, vaguely admiring him before I turned my eyes back to the table and clicked my nails down onto the marble, letting out an aggravated sigh. I glanced back up, and found him gazing directly at me. My grey-green eyes locked with his and I sat back in shock as the most tremendously odd feeling abruptly coursed through me.

It started first with an uneasy spinning in the pit of my stomach, but then worked it's way up to my chest, clenching my muscles in tension. A cold dread fell through my veins, seeping down straight to the tips of my toes and settling atop my shoulders. But then, the oddest of all, a horrid fear laced itself through my bones and twisted around my brain, winding it's way past my heart and stomach and binding me within its tendrils.

And I'd never even seen this man before.

He kept his eyes on mine for a moment more before he glanced away and started towards the coffee shop. A jolt went through me as he made his way to the glass door, and I fought desperately against the strong urge to jump up and flee.

The bell rung loudly as the man pushed the door open. I expected him to make his way towards me, but instead his feet lead him over to a small table back in the corner of the shop, opposite from where I sat by the window. I watched evasively as he lowered himself into the chair and leaned back towards the wall, settling his gaze onto me. I shifted uncomfortably as his bright blue eyes burned into my skin and turned away from him. I glanced out the window once more with a hurried search for Juliette before I lowered my eyes back to the marble tabletop.

He was still staring at me.

I stood up, flinching as the chair let out a horrendous screech against the tiled floors, but made my way towards the waitress as if it hadn't affected me. The man's eyes continued to bore into my back, sending spike after spike of cold blooded tension throughout my body. I shifted uneasily as I requested a donut, my fingers tapping against the counter while I waited. I could see him from the edges of my vision, watching as I placed the money before the waitress and grabbed the brown bag. I turned away from the man when I made my way back to the table, trying desperately to conceal the trembling of my hands. I dropped the bag down onto the table, losing my appetite as soon as my eyes caught on his again. His lips slowly spread into a smirk as he gazed at me, his bright eyes sparkling with amusement.