Watched

You know that feeling when someone is watching you? I've got that right now. I'm trying to ignore it but I'm feeling it. It's like a spider crawling over your skin, its legs barely touching you but you feel its trace anyway and wonder, Is it a hair?, hoping, only to discover another creature has violated your space. You quickly flick it off, relieved, but you shudder nonetheless.

I look around. I've found the watcher.

Middle-aged. Not bad-looking. Intense though.

I'll look away.

No, I can still feel it.

And he's still looking.

Now, I'm creeped out.

Time to leave.

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100 words

When those looks are wanted, there's nothing finer. But when those looks are not, creep factor is at the maximum.

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