Cruel Obsession

d to envelop me, Oh I loved this place! The friendly baristas a

a small table by the window, writing away on his lapt

was the way he seemed so deeply engaged in his work or that

ave up looking over at him

I was slightly distracted. The barista offered to help me and kind

blank stare at the strange man, writing fur

icle, trying to keep my eyes on the words in front of me

what was he gett

hop started to get crowded with customers. Soon

uldn't get distracted, just

Who was this person and what wa

caught his eye for a split second. His eyes fixed on mine, i

kly, he turned away, a

ted in why he didn't recognize me,

o look over my shoulder and he was still sitt

I got a strange feeling -

till staring at his laptop. Cert

ouldn't get my mind off the fact that my life was

g the corner to the next stre

le

out, when I saw Julian behind me

ize me? " I asked

n, his eyes glinti

a low but clear voice. "And I think we're goin

into his pocket and pulled

es never leaving mine, "and I'd say we're going

; still I kept wondering who this guy reall

s eyes I saw something in th

f attraction, a wh

in that moment, and I knew that m