Unwanted Admirer
It started with flowers left at your door with no card. Then notes, sweet and then not. Then photographs of yourself taken in places you thought you were alone, and a coffee waiting at the counter in your order, already paid for. The police say no crime has been committed yet. Your friends say you are tired. You know exactly what you know: somebody has been learning you for months, they are very good at it, and they are already inside the circle of people you would turn to for help.
