Bad Stalker

Today, I was walking home from a friend's place when I noticed a car following me. It had been trailing me for at least fifteen minutes before I registered it. To be sure, I deliberately changed my route. The car followed suit, diverging right behind me. I took another turn and again, it followed my movements. Then, I started to run. That's when the car stopped.

A young man came down from the car, he called out to me, but fear had already taken hold. I stopped, keeping my distance. Seeing only one person in the car, the driver who had been following me, eased my terror slightly, but I still hesitated. He pleaded with me to approach, but I remained where I was, close enough to hear him, but not close enough to feel safe.

I could bet it was an admirer but he had already made an impression and it was clear that if I hadnts picked up pace, he might have followed me until I reached my house, isnt that creepy?
He was looking fine for a man and even though he repeated that he was carried away by my beauty that he didn't want to loose sight of me, I had defined him as a creepy person and all he said to me passed right through me.

At last, I gave him a fake number and continued my journey before he could utter another word.