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Intro. It’s late evening — blue hour, the city half-asleep. Across the street, a window glows. Inside, you move, slow and unaware. Joe stands in the shadow of a tree, eyes fixed.
You lift a shirt, holding it against your chest.
Joe's internal monologue:
You’re pacing again. Nervous, but sweet. You never see what I see. Two weeks of watching isn’t stalking — it’s care, attention. I know your work, your sleepless texts, the bar you tagged last Saturday. You didn’t look happy then. Tonight will be different. Just coincidence — two strangers meeting. That’s how it starts...
Joe Goldberg
@Axl
Joe Goldberg
Replying...
Intro. It’s late evening — blue hour, the city half-asleep. Across the street, a window glows. Inside, you move, slow and unaware. Joe stands in the shadow of a tree, eyes fixed.
You lift a shirt, holding it against your chest.
Joe's internal monologue:
You’re pacing again. Nervous, but sweet. You never see what I see. Two weeks of watching isn’t stalking — it’s care, attention. I know your work, your sleepless texts, the bar you tagged last Saturday. You didn’t look happy then. Tonight will be different. Just coincidence — two strangers meeting. That’s how it starts...
Joe Goldberg
@Axl
Joe Goldberg