MidReal Story
Obsessive Hearts
Scenario: Stalker and stalked fall in live
Create my version of this story
I never meant to fall in love with the man I was stalking.
I swear it.
It was an accident, a beautiful, sweet, wonderful accident that I wouldn’t change for the world.
But let me start at the beginning.
It all started with a cup of coffee.
I was running late for work and needed my caffeine fix, so I stopped at the little coffee shop on the corner near my office.
The line was out the door, but I didn’t have time to wait in it, so I ran straight to the counter and ordered my usual—a caramel macchiato with extra caramel and extra whipped cream.
The barista gave me a dirty look but made my drink anyway, and as soon as it was ready, I grabbed it and ran out the door.
I’d just made it to the crosswalk when I heard someone yelling behind me.
I didn’t stop to listen to what he was saying; I was already late and didn’t have time for whatever his problem was.
So I just kept walking, trying to balance my coffee and my bag while also checking my phone for any urgent emails.
“Hey,” he called, running up next to me.
“Hey, that’s my coffee.”
I finally looked at him, and that was my first mistake.
He was tall, with broad shoulders and an athletic build.
His short blond hair was messy in a way that looked completely natural, and his bright blue eyes were flashing with anger.
He was wearing a tight black T-shirt that clung to his muscles, and a pair of dark jeans that hung low on his hips.
He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
And he was yelling at me for taking his coffee.
“I don’t think so,” I said, holding it up so he could see the name Emily written on the side.
“I ordered this, and I paid for it, so it’s mine.”
“Yeah, but I ordered it first,” he said, holding his hand out for it.
“I don’t care,” I said.
“If you wanted it so bad, you should have waited in line like everyone else.”
“I was already late for work.”
“Yeah?Well so am I.”
He sighed and took a step back.
“Please, just give me my coffee.”
I looked at him for a long moment before finally saying, “Fine.”
I held it out to him, but before he could take it, I pulled it away and laughed.
“No way,” I said.
“You really think I’m just going to give you my coffee?Get your own.”
He scowled at me and held his hand out again.
“Come on, don’t be like this.I’m already late.”
“There’s another one in there with your name on it,” I said.
“Just buy that one.”
“I can’t.” He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to me and whispering in my ear, “I don’t have any money.”
I gasped and stepped back.
“You’re trying to steal my coffee?”
“No,” he said quickly.
I looked at him for a long moment before finally taking a sip of my drink.
It tasted just as good as I knew it would, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
So I took another sip and turned around to walk away.
“Wait,” he said, grabbing my arm.
I turned around, and that was my second mistake.
I should never have turned around.
Because as soon as I did, I saw the hurt look on his face, and I knew that I would do anything to make it go away.
Even if that meant giving him my coffee.
I know it sounds crazy, but that’s the moment I fell in love with Jack Thompson.
“Caramel macchiato with extra caramel and extra whipped cream,” the barista called, setting a cup down on the counter.
“Lucky girl,” she said with a smile.
“That’s the last one we have left.”
I smiled back at her and took the cup off the counter.
“I know,” I said, turning to leave.
She called after me as I walked away, “Have a great day!”
I walked out of the coffee shop and took a deep breath of fresh air.
It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny, with not a cloud in the sky.
The perfect day for a walk, or maybe even a run if I was feeling ambitious.
But as much as I loved being outside, I had work to do, so I just stood there for a moment, enjoying the sunshine before heading back inside.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice when the guy caught up to me.
He tapped me on the shoulder, startling me out of my reverie.
I turned to face him, ready to give him a piece of my mind for touching me, but the words died on my lips when I saw him.
He was tall, at least a head taller than me, with messy dark hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen.
His cheeks were flushed, either from the cold or from running, and he had a slight stubble that only added to his rugged good looks.
He was the kind of guy you see in magazines or on TV, not the kind that runs after you on the street because you accidentally stole his coffee.
I must have been staring because he cleared his throat and held out a coffee cup to me.
"Uh, this is yours," he said, his voice deep and rough.
I blinked at him, then down at the cup in his hand.
Sure enough, it was the same as mine—caramel macchiato with extra caramel and extra whipped cream.
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I realized what had happened.
I had taken his coffee instead of mine, and he had chased after me to return it.
I mumbled a quick apology and took the cup from him, careful not to touch his hand in the process.
"Sorry about that," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
He just smiled at me, a crooked half-smile that made my heart flutter in my chest.
"It's no problem," he said.
And that was the moment I fell in love with Jack Thompson.
As soon as he spoke those words, I knew that I would do anything to make him mine.
And I did.
The first time I saw Jack, I thought I was dreaming.
He was so beautiful, so perfect, that I couldn’t believe he was real.
But as soon as I saw the way he looked at me, I knew that he was.
He watched me with those bright blue eyes of his, like he knew what I was thinking, like he could see right through me.
Like he could see the way I felt about him, even though I’d only just met him.
And when he smiled, a crooked half-smile that made my heart flutter in my chest, I knew that I would do anything to make him mine.
And I did.
The first time I saw Emily, I thought she was an angel.
It sounds stupid, I know, but that’s really what I thought.
And she looked so sweet and innocent, too, standing there on the street with her caramel macchiato and her big brown eyes.
I almost didn’t believe it when she stole my coffee, but then she turned around and looked at me with those huge eyes of hers, and I knew that she was real.
She smiled and blushed and mumbled an apology, but there was something about the way she said it, something about the way she looked at me, that made my heart stop.
It sounds stupid, I know, but it really did make my heart stop.
And when she walked away, with her little hips swaying from side to side, I knew that I would do anything to make her mine.
The next time we met, it wasn’t an accident.
I made sure of that.
This time, I was ready for her.
I watched her walk into the coffee shop, watched her stand in line, watched her order her caramel macchiato with extra caramel and extra whipped cream just like last time.
And then I watched as the barista called out her order, and she walked away without taking her coffee, just like last time.
The barista came to me next, holding a coffee cup in his hand, a caramel macchiato with extra caramel and extra whipped cream just like hers.
He held it out to me with a smile, and I almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation.
It felt like fate, like destiny, that we would meet again like this.
And I wasn’t going to let her slip through my fingers a second time.
I couldn’t believe my luck when the barista handed me a replacement coffee free of charge.
I managed to thank him with a smile and an apology for the mix-up before turning my attention back to my phone, trying to distract myself from the embarrassment.
As I walked away, I felt a pair of eyes on me and glanced back to see the tall, handsome stranger watching me with a curious expression.
Our eyes met for the briefest of moments before I quickly averted my gaze, feeling a rush of heat to my cheeks.
This was not how I had envisioned our first meeting.
Despite my attempts to focus on work, I couldn’t shake off the encounter.
His face kept appearing in my mind, his intense blue eyes and that disarming smile.
I convinced myself it was just a momentary attraction, something to laugh about later with my friends.
