As I was walking down the street, I noticed he was still following me. He thought he was being inconspicuous, but even a 4 year old could have spotted him. I shopped at Macy’s, Koles, and got some groceries at Gernuardis and he drove his car beside me as I walked out each store. He followed me into ULTA. I suddenly turned around. “Can I help you?” I asked feeling slightly irritated. He froze. “Umm, I was just going around you.” He said nervously. “Actually, you’ve been following me all day, sir, and I’d like to know why.” I said commandingly. “I never followed you. We just happened to go to the same places.” He told me, as his Colombian accent thickened. “Oh, alright then.” I said as I turned away. “By the way, what is your name?” He asked me. His accent got lighter. “Yolanda Grace.” I told him. “Antonio Basquerez.” He said shaking my hand delicately. He quickly walked out of the store. I smelled a perfume. Ralph Lauren. I wanted it. Only I couldn’t buy it. It was 90$. I told myself I wasn’t paying that much.