The movie was forgettable. Some low-budget dystopian romance with a brooding guy in a trench coat and a girl who somehow survived the apocalypse with perfect eyeliner. What wasn’t forgettable? The four strangers showing up again.

They walked into the same theatre—like, the exact same one—and took seats two rows in front of us.

"I swear to God, if they show up one more time, I’m filing a restraining order," I muttered.

"Maybe they’re just stalking your vibe," Halley said. "You did catch Blondie’s attention."

I didn’t reply. Mostly because she was probably right. I slouched lower in my seat and pulled my hoodie over my head.

After the movie, we split up to shop. Halley wanted shoes. Anna needed a new hoodie. Devyn was on the hunt for a new phone case that matched her nails. I just wanted peace.

I wandered off to EB Games to check out the new indie horror titles. I was flipping through Switch games when I heard someone say my name.

"Jess? Damn, you look... different. In a good way."

Marco. Tall, tan, and exactly as charming as I remembered. We used to play hockey together when we were kids, back before puberty and social awkwardness got in the way.

"Hey, Marco," I said, smiling.

We talked for a few minutes. It was comfortable. Familiar. Then I caught a glimpse of movement in the reflection of the display case. All four strangers were passing the store. Again.

My stomach dropped. I wasn’t imagining it. This wasn’t random.

"Jess? You okay?"

"Yeah," I lied. "Just remembered I left my oven on."

He gave me a weird look. I gave him a weak smile. Then I left.