My Stalker.

"Hey, I'm Jacob Yellowknife." I stop sipping on my chocolate milkshake and look up to see him, in a suit,with no tie. He was sitting on the opposite side of the table facing me. I couldn't really get a good glimpse of his face because of the lighting in here.

"Look I know what you've been through.... I just... want to help you... so if you need anything, like a friend to talk to ,just... just gimme a call.. " With that he left a paper, with a few numbers written on it and left.

That was weird. How did he even know me? I mean, yeah I'm one of the most famous person around the world, but how the fuck could he know about my location? I was too tired and bummed to even think, so I let it slide.

Author's note: Hey guys ☺, I have written my first story! I'm planning on making making sequels.