Name: Jennifer (Jen) Kurn
Age: 19

Name:Sylvester Rayne Birch
Nickname(s): Syl, Rayne
Age: 21
Personality: Whatever Syl wants, he gets. And what he wants is Jen.
He'd been rejected by her several times because he was too 'weird' or 'creepy'
Sure he's things in a different light than others, but that doesn't make him strange does it?
Teenage girls have pictures of celebrities all over their walls
Why can he put the candid pictures he took of Jen all over his?
..Okay.. Maybe he can be considered a little bit creepy.
But that doesn't mean he'll stop pursuing the girl who was obviously meant to be with him.

It has been another late night at the yogurt place. She has been taking night shifts at the yogurt stand in th mall. The uniform consisted of, for the females, a pink ruffle skirt and white t-shirt with a pink apron and hair in a ponytail. The male usiform was similar only except for skirts, it was pink pants. Guys had to be pretty brave to work at a place that required them to wear pink. Jen loved the job really. It was fun, the manager wasn't strict like most, so it was a pretty laid back job, and the customers were awesome.

Currently it was a little past midnight. She had stayed later than usual due to clean up. Jen didn't mind helping out. She was laid back most of the time. Jen is a simple girl with simple needs, though she does have a bit of a temper. She is very easily offended. For the most part Jen was jut a fun loving girl, with her own problems. She doesn't talk abou her feeling much though. She usally keeps them bottled up.

Jean sighed and hung up her apron, grabbed her purse, and left the mall. Her car was in the shop, so she would walk home. Her manager offered to ive her a ride, but she respectfully declined. Gas was so expensive now that she wouldn't ask anyone to waste their gas for her. So she walked home. She wasn't too afraid, shewas a big girl and could handle herself.

Syl licked his lips slowly, his dark eyes never once dropping from Jennifer's voluptuous frame. He had long ago memorized which days she worked and which ones she had off. He knew the work schedules of her co-workers so he knew which ones would insist on driving her home and which ones wouldn't. He traced all of her expressions, her fake smiles, or her genuine hellos. He knew when she was tired or when she was upset, Sylvester Birch had been watching Jen for a very long time. That's why he knew they were meant to be together. He lifted his camera and took a picture as she turned. An unintentional masterpiece. Though Jen didn't know Syl hid in the alley between the insurance company and apartment complex every night to watch her while she worked, she had gazed right in his direction. He glanced down at the snapped portrait and shuddered, admiring Jennifer's dark gaze piercing him. "I love you Jennifer Kurn.." He whispered to the stillness.

He groaned softly as her quick walk past a table lifted her pink uniform skirt ever so slightly. Unable to resist he snapped another picture. He stood there in his black jacket lingering in the shadows all through her work hour. She was so breathtakingly beautiful. He gasped softly as he watched her approach the doors, and his heart beat sped up as she exited the yogurt shop and stepped into the cool night air. A light breeze carried over her gentle scent; the floral smell of her shampoo and the strawberries she had chopped for a customer's order. As she began down the street he followed. He stayed far enough behind to keep hidden, but close enough to follow her every move.

Jen made sure her pruse was securly on her shoulder while she walked. There was a slight breeze. It was nice and cool, especially compared to the warm air. She closed her eyes, letting the wind hit her face for a moment. She opened her eyes again. Though it was only because her phone was vibrating. She dug it from her purse, answering it. "Hello? Oh! Jason!" She giggled. Jason was a guy she really liked. They weren't dating or anything though.

Jason had called to see if she got home okay. She told him she was home, even thoughshe wasn't. She didn't want him to worry. This wasn't the first time she walked home at night, she knew she would be fine. So she hung up her phone and continued to walk along the side walk as that breeze continued to blow against her.