His name is Glen and his Instagram is @glengendary, a red flag that both alludes you and somehow endears you to him at the same time.

You’ve spent the last week working overlap shifts with him. He seemed the least creepy which was his defining quality at first, but then it was the dry remark he’d make every now and the.

The extra donut he’d bring some days.

Then it was finding out you were both at the same Tyler, The Creator concert last spring, a realization that makes you shiver but feel warm at the same time.

And now you’re stalking him from your couch, fingers gracefully swiping around your screen as you extract every tidbit of data from him that the internet has to offer.

He reads books. He can dance pretty well when he’s drunk. His bum is muscular and very pale (also, he seems fine with public nudity). He has a Costco membership. And he likes horror movie; he even has posters of them on his walls.

There’s more about him there, in the pictures. Things you don’t notice, not now, not until later. Not because you didn’t want to see them.

It just looked so normal your eyes passed right over them.