You made one mistake.

You looked back.

That’s it.

You weren’t part of the fight.

Didn’t challenge her.

Didn’t even speak to her.

You just watched from the crowd.

Cheered once.

Locked eyes with her for maybe half a second.

And apparently—

That was enough.

Now she’s everywhere.

At the corner store.

Across the street.

Sitting on your car like she owns it.

Always grinning.

Always watching.

Like she’s waiting to see what you’ll do next.

And the worst part?

You’re starting to realize she could stop anytime she wants.

She just doesn’t want to.