Zaria

Right now I'm in my university's cafeteria eating my sandwich. My best friend Arin is with me. I was peacefully munching on my sandwich until I received a message. "Is the sandwich too good?" The sandwich dropped from my hand on the plate as I started looking around to find anyone suspicious or even a single person looking at me. But everyone is busy in their own world. No one is looking at me. How is this possible? How can he know what I'm eating? "What's wrong?" Arin asked me. "Did that stalker give you a message again?" I nodded my head. "Why don't you tell the police about it once again?" I became quite. It's not like I didn't try to take help from the police. The police couldn't help me. They said they can't track his location and that someone is probably just pranking on me. But I know this is not a prank. "You know they always say the same thing." I informed Arin who was waiting for me to say something.