I carried the coffee back to my apartment, but I barely drank it.
I kept thinking about the heart on the cup.
It was such a small thing, yet somehow it made three months feel like they had disappeared.
Adrian knew my order.
He knew that heart.
But he had never been the type to send someone else to do something for him.
At least, I didn’t think he was.
I placed the cup on my kitchen counter and pulled out my phone.
His name was still there.
I stared at it for a long time.
Adrian.
My thumb hovered over his contact.
Then I locked my phone.
No.
If he wanted to talk to me, he could.
I wasn’t going to be the one chasing him after three months of silence.
I walked toward my bedroom, but something caught my attention.
The curtains.
They were slightly open.
I stopped.
I always kept them closed.
Slowly, I walked closer and looked through the gap.
The street below was quiet.
The same café sat across the road.
People came and went.
Nothing looked unusual.
Then I noticed something on the sidewalk.
A man standing beneath a streetlight.
He wasn’t moving.
He was looking directly at my building.
I stepped away from the window.
My heart started beating faster.
I waited a few seconds before looking again.
He was gone.
I checked the street once more.
Nothing.
I tried to laugh it off.
Maybe he had simply been waiting for someone.
Maybe I was overthinking everything because of Adrian.
Then my phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
I opened the message.
You shouldn’t stand so close to the window.
My blood went cold.
I looked at the window.
Then back at my phone.
Another message appeared.
He isn’t the only one who can see you.