The Starer

A random short story. Staring makes me uncomfortable.

It was hard not to realise that he had been staring at me for the past half hour. The way his blue eyes just stared at me without blinking was unnerving. By no means was this a good way to start off my morning coffee, but at least it had not entirely ruined my day. I continued to look at the pages of notes I was supposed to be studying for my exam but none of the words seemed to be making much sense to me; my eyes were lost in a sea of letters and numbers. I put the cup to my lips and realised that I was out of coffee and motioned to the waiter. I opened my mouth to order another latte but suddenly an urge for a sweet drink took hold of me and I quickly changed it to an iced chocolate. My own actions surprised me and the waiter was equally confused when he saw my expression and the fact like I had ordered as if I has asking him if I wanted to order an ice chocolate. I waved my hand, mumbling that it was nothing and he walked away hesitantly. I glanced to my right again and he was still staring at me. I tried to angle my body so that my back faced him but the thought that his gaze was on me still made me uncomfortable. I took a deep sigh, as if trying to either scare him off with some noise or hope that he took the hint that the staring was creeping me out.  A female waitress came up with my drink. I nodded a thank you as she set it down. She noticed him looking in our direction and smiled at him. She was about to approach him when her manager called out to her and she quickly headed back inside. He continued to stare at me as I sipped up through the straw and I drank it all in one go. His head turned to the side and I felt a moment of relief. But he just scratched the side of his face and looked back at me. A woman with a dog walked up to the café and sat down 2 tables away from us. The dog looked over at him and barked. A sense of satisfaction overcame me and I caught myself with a smile of my face. He flinched, stood up and slowly began to walk away. He looked back at me for second and continued on his way, his orange fur fiery in the sun and his tail high in the air. I hate cats.

Author's Note

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