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Stella had been aware of eyes watching her for a long while now; at first she’d shrugged it off as paranoia, but the longer she’d waited for the feeling to fade, the more intense it had become.
Eventually she identified the source; a brunette woman, observing her from across the cafe in which she’d been trying to enjoy a peaceful breakfast, away from the grainy coffee and coldness of her poor excuse for an apartment.
She stood, approached the woman, taking a seat at her table without bother to ask.
“Something I can do for you?” she asked, calmly.