You're Staring.

I was in Hollister yesterday, just bumming around when I couldn't get over the feeling that someone had been watching me since I got there. Then our eyes met, and I was like 'where have you been all my life?' The second thing I thought was 'Why am I wearing this ugly sweater?' and the third thing 'stop staring at me in my ugly sweater.'

But he wouldn't.

So, I came home and I found a picture of him.

Yup. This is him.

Yes. I know he was staring at you too.