His Warnings

Demi

I stare at him, shocked that he so openly admitted that he stalked me. Like it is a normal thing to do. Still, I'm curious.

"How long did you spend watching me during the day?" I ask.

He sits back and gets comfy.

"Mondays. You get up at six-thirty, shower until seven, and do your hair and such until seven-thirty. You make breakfast at this point; on Mondays, you typically have yoghurt and fruit. After eating, you leave and walk down to Sycamore Road, where you work at the estate agents' office. Twelve thirty, you leave, and go to the bakers, there on a Monday you get egg and bacon sandwich before walking back to work. You finish work at four thirty, go to the bakers and get a doughnut and a chocolate eclair. Which you eat on the way to the gym." My eyes widen at his words, and he continues.

"You spend ten minutes on the rowing machine in the gym, another ten minutes on the bike, and then you do approximately fifteen reps on the leg press, another fifteen on the leg extension mach