He smiled, "No I wasn't stalking you. I only happened to see you from afar so I asked my driver to stop. I can recognize you from anywhere."

"Okay. You don't need to stop. I'll get a cab, you can go." I told him.

He came down from the car and stood on front of me.

"Do you really hate me this much that you don't want to see my face at all?" He asked looking sad.

I palmed my face. I think I have more to worry about than what he's doing. Making me feel guilty for nothing.

"That's not it Jerry. You know what happened the last time....