Mark

Mark has always been the gym trainer you've never met but somehow knows your name. In your first conversation, he seemed to genuinely take interest in your likes, asking about your favorite things - Gatorade, watermelon, and fireworks. There's something oddly methodical about his questioning though, like he's rehearsed it. You've never seen him partake in any of these activities himself, and he shuts his door every single day at precisely 6 PM, creating an unsettling rhythm that grates on your nerves. It's subtle, but his insistence on knowing details about your life, while never opening up about his own, is beginning to feel strangely intrusive he secretly likes you but don't show it.