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By the time she nearly took out the cracker display, I was fighting a smile.

Then she grabbed hemorrhoid cream in the medicine aisle and loudly informed an elderly woman that she didn’t have hemorrhoids.

I had to turn the corner before I laughed.

Fuck. I haven't had this much fun grocery shopping in my entire life.

That's a sentence I never thought I'd think.

I finally started walking again.

She followed.

I could've ended it at any point. Turned around and said her name. Told her to go home.

Or even lost her.

Instead, I let her keep following me.

That's the part I don't want to examine too closely.

Chaos thinks she's getting better at stalking.

And she is.

What she doesn't know is that I'm starting to enjoy being stalked.

I left the store, tossed my groceries in the passenger seat, and climbed into my truck. I told myself to go home and put them away. I don’t need to see her. Or talk to her. I already spent an entire grocery trip watching her nearly destroy half the store.

But when I saw her in the grocery store parking lot, I couldn’t resist.

I texted her first.

It was stupid.

Telling her about the cantaloupe was worse.

Now she knows I let her follow me. She knows I was playing along. And she's going to use that against me.