He's Baaaaaaaaaack aka The Return of the Stalker

Three months, my friends. The first two spent in fear, the last one spent assuming the days of stalker were in the past.

Then what little sense of security I'd regained was lost, shattered on the cafe floor. I saw him and before he could completely get the words "Hi, Michele" out I was gone. The dust from my zooming away was long settled before he even got a foot into the cafe. I fled, sprinted, ran for my life and hid in the back room of the cafe.

Carmen, the girl I was working with, suggested I go on break. I decided against it. He followed me around the building when I tried that tactic previously.

Luckily, he didn't stay long. That was always the most annoying part when he showed up in December. He'd stray and try to talk to me and I'd have to constantly look busy and feel evil.

Let's hope he'll stay gone after today.