When Florence stepped out of her apartment door. She felt her heart race. What if the blond haired guy..Charlie is sitting down on the apartment building's doorstep again?

She shook her thoughts away. She must be suffering paranoia.

She opened the apartment building's door. She felt relief when she saw that he wasn't there. She felt relief but she was still hoping that he's sitting on his usual spot anyway.

She must be suffering paranoia.

She made her way to the old rusty convenience store where she works.

She unlocked the door and opened the fluorescent lights. The buzzing sound of it always irritated her but what else could she do? She's trapped in this place anyway.

She sat on the dusty counter. She pity this place. She doesn't even know why she works here anymore the whole place is just a mess.

Barely any customer goes here since there was a new 7/11 that opened nearby.

Her usual days at work consists of dead beat teenagers trying to buy alcohol but can't so they curse at her and storm off or truck drivers who would hit on her and be all touchy until her manager shows up and force them to leave the store but that barely happens, it's mostly those dead beat teenagers trying to buy alcohol but can't.

The small bell on top of the door rang. Letting Florence know that someone went in the store.

She almost stumbled down trying to get off of the counter, afraid that the one who entered might be the old lady who owns the store. She doesn't want to get fired from laying around on her job. Her job sucks and she hated it but she needs extra cash to pay the bills.

She must be suffering paranoia.

A black figure came in. A tall guy wearing black from head to toe. She knew his silhouette looked familiar.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

Charlie stared at her, he finds it rude of her to ask something like that. He shouldn't tho.

"This is a store isn't it?" He smirked, "I think I have every right to he here"

His words cut Florence off. He was right.

She must be suffering paranoia.

She shook her head, she's really insane if she thinks that he's following her around like some stalker but who could blame her? Charlie told her that he liked her.

Fuzzy.

She rolled her eyes once Charlie placed a can of soda on the counter.

"That would be $1.99, Sir" She exclaimed,

Charlie handed her $10, "Keep the change." He muttered, popping the top of the can before leaving.

She must be suffering paranoia.

;;

The week passed by and Florence find it odd not seeing Charlie for days. She used to just see him sitting on the doorstep of her apartment building but now, she just doesn't know where he is.

Florence kept thinking that she might be indeed going crazy. Why would she look for Charlie?

She opened her apartment door, as usual Alessa was seating on the couch but she was with a guy this time.

"Hey what are you-"

"Hey! You're home! Charlie and I were just talking about you!" Alessa beamed.

Florence almost had her eyes fell on the floor. Charlie is in her apartment. How did he even know what floor and what rooms she lives in? And why would Alessa just let him in?

Her heart started to race as Charlie made his way towards her.