Sofia had been on the phone with her boss, who was also her father, for around ten minutes or so no sooner had she went out on her walk. Since the company was family owned it was natural for her father to also be her boss. While some might thing being the bossâ€™s daughter had its benefits, it was not all it was made out to be. She still had a job, deadlines, that sort of thing but there was nothing that really stood out from any other employee who worked for her father. If there was a mistake, which her father seemed to think there was since he seemed to be yammering on about the other day, then she had to make sure it got corrected. There was no way she was allowed to slack off; in fact her father has especially high expectations from her because she was his daughter.<br/><br/>Today he had a lot of things he wanted her to accomplish. In her eyes it was just her doing his dirty work, expecting her to each a deadline that was strict as hell. When the call ended Sofia just let out a sigh and shook her head. There was still some time before work, she would deal with what her father wanted then, she wanted to enjoy her walk for now.<br/><br/>Now, there were a lot of people in the city. It was rare for someone to come across the same person a few times in one week, but not impossible. She was not fond of it but she usually didnâ€™t forget a face. Especially if that person frightened her or was someone she didnâ€™t like, that personâ€™s features were burned into her mind. And she could have sworn she saw the man from the other night standing in front of her just a few feet away. In the crowd it was hard to say for sure, and maybe she was just being paranoid, not to mention the lighting the other night had hidden most of his face. What gave it away most was his voice, in spite of the noise of the busy city his voice seemed to stand out. It had been hushed the other night, but she still recognized it.<br/><br/>Sofia felt panicked suddenly. Her heart rate picked up and she watched as the man she thought was the thief disappeared into the cityâ€™s crowd a little further away. Taking a few steps back she stood near the doorstep to a small store and took a moment to collect herself. Unfortunately she was not one of those â€˜Iâ€™ll just go confront him and kick his assâ€™ girls. No, it was probably needless to say by now that she was more one for running away or avoiding a fight. Just shake it off and continue like you didnâ€™t see anything, she told herself, shaking her head and burying her face in her hands for a moment, then running her hands through her hair. Maybe she was just overreacting. But if he happened to be following her, which was something she doubted, maybe she should call the police? Surely this was something she shouldnâ€™t let go.<br/><br/>Every part of her doubted she was being followed, but it couldnâ€™t just be a coincidence that she happened to see him, or think she saw him, right?