I shouldn't have taken that photo.

Not only because it was illegal, but because I knew that I'd want more.

I knew I wouldn't be able to stop staring at it.

Because of that movie, I was a bit late for my second job. But it was so worth it.

During the whole time I was there, I couldn't help but compare every single girl to her. Every now and then, I found myself staring at that photo.

And when I finally got home and got ready for sleep, I just couldn't fall asleep.

All I could do was to think about her. About her eyes. About her lips. About her body.

I was becoming sick, I was sure of that.

But I kinda liked that feeling.

_

I woke up before my alarm. That doesn't happen. Like ever.

It was still too early for me to wake up.

Why the hell did I wake up?

Hey there Brain, buddy, are you alright? If yes, then why the hell would you wake up? Are you dumb? Do you want to be sleepy the whole day? Is that what you want? Okay. You get what you deserve.

Yes.

I refused to fall asleep again for 5 minutes and 27 seconds just to torture my own brain...

And that's why I don't have friends...

Guess what I was doing during those 5 minutes as 27 seconds.

And if you think that I donated 3 million Castars to an orphanage on Mars, you're wrong...

You really disappointed me now...

So, let me tell you. I thought of her.

Fuck.

It's been 4 days since I met her for the first time, and I'm already whipped.

So whipped.

It's time to pay her a visit.

I mean, not really, she won't know I'm there. Well, if I don't fuck up, which happens a lot...

So, her atelier opens at 8:00.

It's 7:30 now.

My work starts at 9:00.

I always work out a little before going to work.

Hmmm.

Houston, we've got a problem.

Actually, we have 2 problems. First, I gotta call my boss and pretend to have the worst sickness a man can have.

Flu.

And then, I'll have to skip my workout. Daaaamn, I hate skipping.

Is she even worth all the troubles?

Hell yeah.

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I don't usually stalk people.

And I definitely don't stalk people in my personal life. Work is different.

This is my first time staking someone because I want to.

And I'm nervous as hell.

I've been sitting in my car in front of her atelier for 31 minutes and 56 seconds now and nothing has happened yet.

I don't even know if she's late or she decided to come early. Maybe she's not coming at all.

I just hope she's okay.

All I know is that she probably worked hard to work on her own, so she must like this job.

I'd like a job like that too. You just take pictures, change everything in photoshop so even Trump's tan would look good and Will Ferrell's jokes would make people laugh. Wait, they do make people laugh.

Never mind...

Just as I finished my coffee and started ripping the cup into small pieces, a saw someone running on the street.

It was a girl, I couldn't see her face because it was covered in her hair which was everywhere due to the wind.

Wait.

It was her.

This running mess was the girl that wouldn't let me sleep at night.

Damn, this girl can run pretty fast.

When she reached her atelier, she quickly unlocked it and hit inside.

All of this didn't last longer than 15 seconds, but my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

Even as a running mess, she was perfect.

She was wearing tight black jeans with a Metallica t-shirt tucked in them and a dark denim jacket over it. She also had a small backpack thrown over her left shoulder. And her hair... well... It was everywhere.

The door closed after her, and just like that, she was gone for God knows how long.

One lovely dovely couple walked in a few minutes after her, but that was it

-

4 hours and 29 minutes later, I saw the door open again.

First, the couple walked out, and then her.

She locked the door and put the keys in her pocket.

She didn't have her backpack, so I suppose she'll be coming back.

I left my car and went after her.

Grocery store.

The one we met in fit the first time.

This time I waited in front of it. I didn't want her to spot me, it'd be too suspicious after we met yesterday.

I kind of saw this coming, so I brought a lot of food so I wouldn't have to go in.

When she walked out of the store, which took her exactly 7 minutes and 11 seconds, she went straight back to the atelier, and I went back to my car.

I was tired, and she was the only thing keeping me awake. So I waited.

At 6:21 PM, she finally left the atelier.

She walked out, closed the door, but I didn't see her locking it. Maybe she forgot to do that...

I decided to follow her home and then come back.

As I learned, she didn't live far from the atelier. Exactly 4 minutes and 1 second by car, and probably like 10 minutes of walking, because I was driving really slowly to make sure she won't see me.

She lives in a nice apartment complex, I gotta admit that.

Mine's better tho.

When I lost sight of her, I turned my car and went straight to the atelier.

As I hoped, she didn't lock the door.

But why?

Was she just clumsy? Tired? Was she coming back? Was someone still inside?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

I slowly opened the door with my left hand, while my right was placed on my gun.

The place was big. There were lights and backgrounds everywhere.

But no people. Lucky me.

I looked for some of her personal belonging, something that would smell like her, but the only thing I found was a journal.

I quickly turned some pages, when one information caught my eye.

Dinner with Rosemary, tomorrow 7:15 PM, Luigi's.

Woah, I guess tomorrow I'm having dinner at Luigi's at 7:15 PM.

I just hope that Rosemary won't bring her child...