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There Was a Psychopath at The Coffee Shop This Morning
Why was he staring at me?
It’s been a while since I’ve went to the coffee shop across the street. Since I’ll be moving in a couple weeks, I thought I would go over for one last glass of Iced Green Tea, and a breakfast sandwich.
I live in Cincinnati, Ohio, not far from the University of Cincinnati. It’s a little eclectic village called Gaslight.
There are a couple coffee shops in my area. I prefer this particular shop due to the full glass pane window with seating that overlooks the street. I like to take my laptop there and work on my book I’ve been putting off writing for years now.
While I am waiting at the cross walk, there’s a man sitting in the window glaring over the street. He is sipping his coffee, not on a phone, laptop, no book, nothing, just sitting there sipping coffee. I mean, WTF is he doing? How creepy is that? And to top it off, he is watching me as I wait to cross the street.
I pulled my phone out and acted like I was checking my text, he made me so uncomfortable. As I am scrolling through old messages, I look back up to see if he’s still watching. But NOW he is just staring. He’s actually looking at nothing. He is scanning the street, other businesses, all while slowly sipping his coffee. I mean, really, WTF dude…
