FIGHT OF LOVE AND HATE

She was seated next to the window seat. Strangely, I've been seeing her every day on my way to work, either in the morning or at night, either crossing across the street or catching a glimpse of her back anywhere I go. I grinned as I approached her.

I touched her shoulder making her jump slightly. "Is this seat taken?" I questioned why she was looking up at me with big eyes.

"Ye-ss, I mean No, no" she mumbled. I raised my brow at her stuttering and took a seat.

"So I have a question to ask you." She put her phone down and made straight eye contact with me before leaning back in her chair and crossed her arms.

"I believe I may have an answer to your question." I let out a small chuckle at her sudden confidence.

"Is it just a coincidence that I've been seeing you for the past three days after our little encounter, or are you a crazy stalker stalking me?" she sighed.