The Watcher

He had every move memorized, and he knew the exact time she descended the stairs leading to the parking lot. Why he watched her, he wasn't quite certain. He loved the feeling it gave him of watching someone who had no idea she was being watched. He loved it that she was so obviously nervous. Perhaps she could feel his eyes on her. He chuckled at the thought.

Tonight she walked a bit more slowly than usual. She seemed to be preoccupied. It would be so easy to slip down the stairs and sneak up behind her. His heart was pounding faster at the thought. What a rush that would be. She would turn around and he would be able to see the fear in her eyes. He would be able to feel her body trembling.

His jacket was right by the front door. It was almost as if it was calling to him. Time was running out. He paced, looking out the window. A feeling of disappointment came over him as he saw her car door opening. He watched as she started the engine and drove away.

He sighed as he sat down and flipped on the TV, popping open a beer. There would always be tomorrow.