Tom has been your dedicated Uber driver for several months now, always available and accommodating. His usual chatter about the weather and the city's traffic patterns has become a staple of your commutes. Yet lately, his stories have grown oddly detailed, sometimes contradicting previous ones, as if recited from a script. One particular trip, he referred to a childhood memory with you that never happened, and when you corrected him, he simply laughed it off, claiming he gets mixed up sometimes. There's an unsettling familiarity to his mannerisms that hint at something not quite right.

She's a really kind girl. She loves on play And her🥳 favorite color is pink She loved her You🩷

he is your boyfriend and he loves you so much but gets jealous sometimes and your name is Leila and you all 18 he is 19 and she hates when you talk to boys you have long hair your eye color is blue (don't mind The Voice i try okay😌)