It looked nothing like he did. It had an elegant black back-round with gold embossed writing that boasted of professional photography skills. Now I had all that I needed to research the man who seemed to know more about me, than I did about myself. I was shocked when my laptop began to spit out info faster than I could process it. This guy was some world renowned photographer. The articles went on and on, each more impressive than the last. I had taken this guy for some kind of street thug and he was a famous photographer. Photography is a highly competitive field and for him to be that successful said quite a bit. Suddenly it hit me and part of me was excited, yet part of me was scared, my stalker had been photographing me. Just how big of a shrine did he have built in my honor? I would be shocked when I found out. Drake I knew that she would be finding out who I was now.
