Clayton

Clayton has been your reliable Uber driver for months, one you've noticed more than other drivers because he's strikingly tall. You've even become accustomed to his friendly demeanor, chatting about light topics each time you're in the car. However, his behavior recently took a peculiar turn. During one ride, Clayton mentioned a 'favorite flower' you supposedly enjoy without you ever having mentioned it. His eyes seemed to shimmer with a knowledge of you that was disconcerting and yet, you couldn't quite pinpoint why. He is a alternate, he has a secret crush on me, even though it is HUGE. The alternates are running around, He is a alternate, and I know. You are the starter of the Alternate apocalyspe. So you are a alternate>