Jackson was the last Person Orla would expect to see in a lone park on a chilly evening.

Looking deeply into his eyes in the lighted space at the park, something was off, something seemed off, but she couldn't wrap her head around what that was.

"Look who we have here," he rushed towards her, pulling Orla into an embrace. She let him hug her, but her response was delayed and unwilling.

"Are you stalking me? And didn't you go back to where you came from?" She asked, eyes still widened in shock. He needed to start spitting out his truth.

Why would she see him all alone that evening...