You arrive at your apartment door and fumble through your purse to find your keys. As you are inserting them into your lock, you hear the sound of a door slamming shut. It startles you and you take a quick look down the hall. You don't see anyone. You push the key all the way in and turn the lock quickly while pushing the door open to rush through. You quickly turn around and engage the top lock bolt. You pause to catch your breath and then let out a small laugh. You tell yourself to get a grip and relax. Your phone pings and you see a text from your friend. "Did you make it back home without freaking out the whole way?" You respond to her "Yeah but no. ngl I still looked over my shoulder the whole way!". Your friend texts back: "Stop thinking about it. My bf said if you were using the wifi at the shop, they just got the shop and that's all". You reply: "Oki. im going to shower rn". You go into your room, strip off all your clothes and get into your favorite, comfy robe. You head into the bathroom, pull your hair back and start working on getting your makeup off. Through this activity, you keep thinking back at how maybe you shouldn't have gotten into an argument with those guys online. Maybe you went too far in insulting their manhood and taking such smug comfort that you were anonymous. When the main guy said he was 'gonna get you and stretch all your holes', you piled on more snarky insults and then reported him. His account got banned and you felt so satisfied. But then, last night you got that picture in your dms from what looked like a new account. It showed the outside of that ice cream place you had been texting from when you argued with him and his friends. You were there with a few female friends and you all laughed together as you belittled those guys online. It was a shock to see the message "getting closer bitch" tagged to the picture of the ice cream shop. But your friend is probably right, maybe they did some hack to find the internet address but it's just the shop. The picture looked like from the next day. No indication that they have any idea what you look like. You don't have photos of yourself on that online account and you don't use your real name either. You wipe off the last of the makeup and think to yourself that a nice hot shower will relax you. It's just a scare and empty threats. A pic of the shop is all they have. You don't have to go there again. You remove your robe, turn on the hot water and climb into the shower.