His eyes would follow me around the juice bar. I could practically feel them staring at my ass as I placed my order. They followed me as I took my usual seat by the window. I swore one time I heard him growl at someone who tried to sit in my seat first. They quickly moved to the back corner, and his eyes were on me again. But the second I looked back, his eyes would dip low, and he’d take a sip of coffee. As soon as I stopped looking, his eyes would crawl back to me, watching me intently while I tried to focus on whatever book I was reading.
