By the end of the day, Sam realized it wasn’t just lunch. She was basically following him everywhere. As he rode the train home, he wondered what she was going to bug him about next. Maybe she’d tell him he wasn’t going to the gym often enough in her body. Maybe she’d tell him he wasn’t standing up straight enough. Hell, maybe she’d tell him he wasn’t brushing his teeth the right way.
The thought sent a shiver down his neck. He understood that this used to be her body, but it felt like he was being stalked. If she watched him eat lunch and followed him onto the train, who knows where else she was following him where he hadn’t noticed.
He thought about telling her off again, but it didn’t work the last time. Perhaps this time, he’d call the police. Despite being sympathetic on some levels, he didn’t find this appropriate at all.
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