Hid behind a book like some scene like living the pages as you walked by so close I could have touched or at the very least looked up.

Two espressos extra sugar, six cigarettes and fifty odd pages turned before that thing. That thing welling up screaming.

Hello. I said it to your back half expecting you'd feel my voice and turn.

Stalking much? Nuh. Just once in a while just - enough and always never seeing.

Today luck and a suited stranger brought us temporarily within the shortest distance. May well have been a scene within until I turned the page and realized you were real.