Stalker in the Coffee Shop

I like to think its better than it sounds, but who am I kidding? Yesterday I officailly became that stalker in the coffee shop. I'm not proud of myself but I did have a reason, it was all for the greatness of my career. Not convincing you? I'll start from the beginning. Well, as part of my course I am doing a creative writing module, and me being a little too committed thought I'd march out into town to find some first hand inspiration. I ended up in a coffee shop, awkwardly placed between an odd couple and a group of working students, with my cranberry juice. Yeh, my love of coffee is not going well. So there I was with my juice and my notebook trying to spot a victim to watch and make observations. There, spotted my guy, hunched in the corner, fidgeting and shuffling in his chair. If anyone could see us they would think us crazy, a middle aged man with an earring and a nose piercing churning in his seat and me an awkwardly placed student staring at him from across the room. Great! He turned out to be quite interesting to watch, eek does that make me sound creepy? From spilling coffee down himself to chucking his pencil on the table in frustration I had quite a lot to take notes about. I could have remained dignified and called it a day when he got up and started to pack his things away but for some unknown reason to man I found myself getting up with him and following him out of the coffee shop, ahhhhhhhh, whats wrong with me???? I reassure you I'm completely sane but I did have to physically stop myself from following him any further, wow I think my commitment to the course has gone a little too far. I've now baned myself from coffee shops... and looking at people for more than five seconds. Think I may need help!