Isaac loved her the moment he saw her that day. Portia was only fifteen and was walking with a bunch of other girls from school. He waited until she was seventeen and that’s when he’d jokingly ask her out and she’d seriously reject him. He’d laugh off the rejection.

As time went by the rejections were no longer funny any more. Isaac really wanted her. He then knew her daily movements: she’d go chill and smoke with her friends at the park, go to netball practice, or go visit her aunt in New Town, Isaac even found that address. He knew the time she left for school in the morning, he knew the tuck shops she bought from and he knew the things she’d usually buy.

All this time Portia had no idea that every where she went there’d be a red Nissan van behind in a distance. But sometimes Isaac would follow her by foot but it was in three occasions where Portia caught him behind her by mistake. That’s when Isaac would smile and throw a joke, make it seem as if he was following her by chance; he’s on his way somewhere.