The gaze

She felt the gaze. For several days now, Aviana felt like someone was keeping a close watch on her every move. At work, at home, basically everywhere she went to. At first, she didn't give much thought to it, as she thought that, probably, it was her own imaginations. But now, feeling the gaze again, she came to a halt. She abruptly turned around to look at the direction where the gaze was coming from. Creasing her eyebrows, she saw a black clothed man, who, immediately hid behind a car as soon as he saw her turn to his direction. She didn't see his face clearly, because he perfectly hid his face with the hood he was wearing. She rubbed her eyes to make sure that her eyes weren't playing a trick on her. This was the same person she saw on top of the tall building with a binoculars in his hand? Was he watching her? the thought kept playing in her head. And seeing him suddenly hide, it confirmed that her theories were probably true :that she was being watched.

"Ma'am, is there a problem