Prologue
For the past two months since she’s been working here she’s always felt this weird sensation of someone watching her. Someone looking at her back, well more like her backside. Especially when she her job was working in front of the windows placing books on the bookshelves, which meant bending over and reaching up high. And even now as the blond slash brunette stacks the newest books that were just deliver the other day, she could feel someone looking at her. Looking over her shoulder, out the window and across the mall she spots the small petite brunette who works at small ice cream booth in the food court staring at her with a creeper grin while eating ice cream. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the signs. Creeper grin and eating ice cream means the short pervert is on lunch break. It means that she Jessica Jung is about to endure the next twenty minutes of being preyed upon by the midget.
