Something pulled on the board. It was a black leather glove. I shrieked but heard the sound of something ‘Shhh’ing me. I turned around to see the same lonely guy back in the cafe.
In the washroom, I felt as though someone was watching me.
“He’s right there!” I hissed and frantically tapping the glass.
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