“Calm down, calm down…” You pace back and forth, your heart racing. You stop and look to the window, remembering what you saw, what you’ve heard; you want to scream, squeal, pace like a maniac until the carpet is no more.

‘If I want to calm down, I need to just be rational and stop acting crazy.’ Thinking it over, you realize you didn’t see his face; it could have been a fan.

‘The commentary, the voice, the one-sided conversations, and now we just happen to see one of the charity livestream shirts.’

‘That doesn’t mean we can assume, next you’ll want to wait until he comes back so we can maul him.’ The other side gives off a feeling of a malicious grin.

“I’m having an internal debate,” You groan aloud, “and I’m still not winning!”

You sit at the window, peeking through the blind every so often.

‘This is ridiculous’ you remind yourself, ‘but I really need- no- want to know…’ Hearing steps ascend the stairwell, you try your best to not be seen.

“Oh, god…” you whisper as you see a faux-hawk come into view first, and then his face.

‘It is him.’

You cover your mouth, which has been gaping for a few moments and watch as he walks past your apartment to his. Suddenly, he stops, and slightly turns to face your window. His eyes wander over to the part of the window you’re looking through, and you quickly retreat.