He stops talking. As soon as our eyes meet. He watches me for a long time while I walk.

On the other hand, I don't wave or say anything. I just try to act natural by fixing my gaze ahead and pretending not to have seen him.

Even though I can feel his unreadable gaze piercing my back.

By the time I get to the gate, I sigh and look back, wondering why his look makes me uncomfortable.

On the right-hand side, just outside the gate, is the deliveryman, who is wearing a blue vest and cap. He ...