Part 1 is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/Rapeandstalkers/comments/162m43t/my_first_irl_stalking_m_stalker_43_atlanta/

The day after I showed up at the café where she worked, she texted me again.

"Hiiii... I miss you"

I didn't dive right back stalking talk right away. I had told her after our first encounter that it was up to her whether more stalking was going to happen. After some chit-chat, she must have decided she was ready.

"My next shift is Monday, just btw..."

I asked if she was sure she was ready to give me that kind of information

"I just want you to come in, order some coffee, and start up a conversation... I didn't even notice you the last time you came in..."

I told her I would be there at 12 on Monday

She had told me in an earlier conversation that while she didn't want her limits violated, she did want to be pushed outside her comfort zone. So I decided I was going to record the entire interaction (Dear reader: Do not even ask to see the recording. You will be blocked. I aggressively protect the confidentiality of everyone I play with.)

I have a handy app on my phone called Background Video Recorder (paid version, it's on Android but not iPhone). I turned it on and tucked it into my shirt pocket with the camera poking out, and I walked in.

I made brief eye contact with my victim as I stepped inside. She broke the eye contact almost immediately and went back to her hurried coffee-making. She had told me noon was usually when the morning rush ended, but I could tell they were short staffed. A line of impatient Door Dash drivers stood at the end of the bar. I stood in line and waited.

I watched as she purposely avoided the register when my turn came. Her coworker took the order as my eyes stayed locked on her. She dodged my gaze like a field mouse trying to avoid a circling hawk. With my order completed, I stood to the side in a spot with a good view.

I tracked her every movement behind the counter. Pouring drinks, steaming milk, whatever else it is that baristas do. I saw her freeze for a moment when she realized she was going to need to prepare my drink. Her face didn't show any emotion, yet hands trembled through every movement, showing me her true fear. When the drink was finally ready, she forced a smile and actually looked at me for the first time as she called out the fake name I had given with my order. Before I even got to the bar to pick up my drink, she had hurried off to work on another order.

I stood at the bar with my drink until she finally looked back at me. "Thank you" I said, flashing her a smile and lifting my drink. She forced another smile and then turned away. I walked out of the store with my drink.

"I knew it was you before you even ordered your drink.

I told her about the recording and sent a screenshot of her setting my drink on the bar.

"Oh god..."

She confessed that she kept getting more and more turned on as she thought about me being there... in her store... filming her... watching her...

We don't have our next encounter planned yet, but I'm certain she'll be craving something more sometime soon.