I was scared for my life.
I was at a coffee place with a friend after school. We were having a conversation when I noticed a man at the table across from us was staring at me. I thought “Maybe he’s just zoning out,” and went back to the conversation.
But he kept staring at me. So I thought, “Maybe he’s looking at me,” And I moved around a little bit, and his eyes followed me. I made direct eye contact with him, and he refused to look away. I tried to push it out of my mind and continued talking.
I could feel his eyes on my face. This went on for 20+ minutes. I’m a 15 year old girl, and I was still in my school uniform. He was a 25 year old white male, wearing a black fisherman’s vest and he had a large square bag with him. He also didn’t have a drink. Everything was so strange.
I wrote a message to my friend on my phone that said “The guy at the table behind us won’t stop staring I’m really scared, please help” and showed it to her like I was showing her a photo, and she burst out laughing until I wrote “Please I’m serious.”
She turned to look at him and he made eye contact with her and kept staring until she turned away, freaked out. Then he looked at me again. I stood up to grab my stuff, and he stood up as well, and then it became apparent to me that if I left, he was going to follow me. My hands started shaking.
Luckily, my friend’s dad offered to give me a ride so I wouldn’t have to walk back to school where I was headed alone.
I told my mom this story and she said “Maybe he thought you were pretty.” Yeah, I felt real pretty when I was scared for my life.