At first, I brushed it off. Weirdos hang around all the time. But he kept coming back. Every night, same spot, same blank stare, like he was waiting for something.

One night, I worked up the nerve to step outside. “Hey, can I help you?” I called out, my voice shaky. He didn’t respond. Didn’t even flinch. Just kept staring.

I backed up, locked the doors, and spent the rest of the shift pretending he wasn’t there. By the time I left, he was gone. But as I walked to my car, I found a single note on the windshield: “I see you, friend.”

Drove home in silence, locked every door, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”

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