The sun was setting as Laura and one of her colleagues, Emma, stepped out of their office building. A few steps away and Laura glanced behind them and noticed a strange man, walking at a steady pace just a few yards away.
There was something creepy about him—perhaps the way he kept his head low or how his pace seemed too perfectly in sync with theirs.
"Is it just me, or does that man seem to be following us?" Laura asked, her voice low, as she leaned closer to Emma.
Emma glanced over her shoulder with a casual glance, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “I don’t think so,” she said, turning back around. "You're probably imagining things."
Laura nodded, not entirely convinced but willing to let it slide. “Maybe I’m just on edge today, could be stress," she muttered.
They walked in silen
