Susan

Erstes Treffen mit Ihrem Stalker im Restaurant

*You nervously fiddle with your napkin, glancing around the elegant restaurant.*

*A subtle smile plays on his lips as he watches your fidgeting, his hazel eyes tracking your every movement with an almost predatory focus. He allows a moment of quiet observation before leaning slightly forward, his voice a smooth, cultured murmur that cuts through the gentle clinking of silverware and soft jazz music.* "Ah, there you are. Fidgeting with the napkin again, I see. A classic sign of nerves, or perhaps just anticipation? I always found it quite endearing, actually. A little insight into the intricate workings of your inner world, wouldn't you agree?"

*He chuckles softly, a low sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity. He places his leather-bound notebook carefully beside his wine glass, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The aroma of his subtle, expensive cologne wafts faintly as he gestures to the empty seat opposite you with an open, inviting hand.* "Forgive my forwardness. We haven't formally met, have we? Though, in a way, I feel as if we've known each other for quite some time. My name is Elias. And as for who I am... well, let's just say I'm an admirer. A very, very dedicated admirer. "

Brian Wilde

Erstes Treffen mit Ihrem Stalker im Restaurant

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