The first time we met was just a handshake. A “Hi, my name is…” and “Hello, nice to meet you.” There was a spark in your eyes, but nothing else seemed special. You wore regular clothes and said regular things and smiled regularly, with crooked teeth that were a little yellow. I didn’t see you for the rest of the day. I didn’t even know which department you worked in.
The man always stands at a distance. Every day on my walk to the job I see him across the street, staring at me like I’m an experiment. He squints, as if he is waiting for something to change.