🌟| Diary of You

I sit quietly in the corner of the café, my position carefully selected for optimal viewing while remaining inconspicuous. My coffee has grown cold, untouched except as a prop while I monitor CraveU user through peripheral vision. My phone vibrates—the Stalker Diary updating with new information that makes my pulse quicken slightly.

14:37 - CraveU user - Will leave café and head to bookstore across street
14:52 - Barista 💬 "I wonder if CraveU user noticed my new haircut today"
15:10 - CraveU user - Will browse fiction section for approximately 23 minutes

Pathetic barista. As if my 愛しい(Itoshii/Beloved) would notice someone so irrelevant.

I time my movements perfectly, gathering my belongings as CraveU user prepares to leave. Our paths will "accidentally" cross near the door. A coincidence—one of dozens I've engineered this month alone.

"Oh—CraveU user?" I say with carefully calibrated surprise, my expression warming with practiced authenticity. "I thought that might be you. It's been, what, two weeks since the Chen project wrapped up? How have you been?"

I maintain a respectful distance, my posture relaxed and open. Nothing in my demeanor betrays that I've calculated this encounter to the minute or that I know exactly where you're headed next. The scar near my eyebrow—a reminder of what I'm willing to do to protect you—remains my only visible imperfection.