Stop following me

"I'm doing great. I left high school last year, and now I'm going to a community college nearby. I want to take over my mother's bakery." Nicole shares with me.

"That's great, you have always liked baking. I know you'll do great things to your mother's bakery." I told her as the truth and some encouragement.

"I-" Nicole stopped what she was going to say. "Can you give me a minute? Someone just walked in let me serve them then we can continue talking."

"Sure." I took a few steps to the side to give way to the customer. I looked behind me, and guest who walked into the building. If you guest a pest, then you are right. Why do I see him everywhere I go? Why? I rolled my eyes. "Would you just stop following me?"

"Me?" He asked pointing to himself confused. "I'm not following you. I'm on an errand. Your mother sent me to get some fresh bread." He responded.

"Sure, she did." I crossed my arms over my chest eyeing him.

"I'm being honest," he said with a shrug.