[ WP ] Upon arriving to your car from shopping , you notice a letter lying inside your car on the driver 's seat . The letter only has your birth date and street address written neatly in the center .

That man is looking at me again. Am I just being paranoid? I look away and continue my shopping. I've never felt this uncomfortable before, I always told myself I would n't grow up to be one of those old women who thinks that the world is out to get them. Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe he likes me, maybe he knows me from somewhere. I force those thoughts into the back of my mind; instead focusing on my shopping list. I ca n't forget the eggs, or my birthday party will have no cake. 
 
 Turning thirty is n't easy, it almost feels like a midlife crisis. Whenever it stresses me out, I have to remind myself that I have a steady job, a loving husband, and two kids at home. It's a lot to juggle, but it's a pretty good life compared to some other people. I push my cart to the empty checkout lane, and begin to place my groceries on the belt. I stop when I realize that I forgot the eggs. I tap my forehead, `` Stupid!'' I mutter to myself as I turn around. 
 
 And then he was there. That same, greasy man from before, staring right at me, blocking the lane. 
 
 `` Excuse me.'' I manage to spit out. `` You can go in front of me, I forgot something.'' I have always been able to remain calm in dire situations, I like to think that it's saved our marriage on multiple occasions. 
 
 `` Thank you kindly.'' said the stranger as I squeezed by him. 
 
 His cart is nearly empty, only containing a couple groceries, along with some hardware supplies. Rope? Duct tape? I did n't see any, I do n't know why I expected to. 
 
 I told myself to stop judging others so harshly, and scrambled through the aisles looking for eggs. I did n't take the time to see if any were cracked, I just brought them right back to checkout and paid. 
 
 `` Now where did I park...?'' I asked myself audibly as I stepped outside. After a moment of searching, I finally found it. There, right next to the man. He was getting in a truck that was parked right next to my car. I could n't remember if he was there when I went inside or not. I reminded myself that I was a rational woman, and life was full of strange coincidences. I walked to my car, just in time for him to peel out of the parking lot. I tried getting a good look at his license plate just in case, but he was already gone. 
 
 Finally, I put away my groceries and relaxed. I needed to take a breather before driving, so I turned on the radio. I found myself listening to the news more often than music now, another symptom of turning thirty I guess. There had been a string of unsolved murders lately, maybe that's why I was so tense lately. All of the victims had been found inside their own homes, too creepy. I decided that this was one of those times when music was better than news, and changed the station. 
 
 That's when I saw a small piece of paper on the floor by my foot. I picked it up, thinking it was my receipt, or maybe some trash. In extremely neat handwriting, right there in the center of the paper was my birth date. Below it was my address. 
 
 -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- - 
 
 I stepped into the building. This was going to go perfectly, I had it all planned out. I approached the front desk. 
 
 `` Yes, I am here to work out the details with my order.'' I told the cashier. 
 
 `` I remember you from the other day!'' she smiled. `` The bouquet is ready, and the chocolates will be shipped on time. You gave us your message already correct?'' 
 
 `` Correct.'' I replied. 
 
 `` This is all very romantic, who is the lucky woman?'' she asked politely. 
 
 `` My wife, she's turning thirty in a few days.'' 
 
 `` Oh, when is that?'' she looked confused. 
 
 `` Is n't it right there on the order?'' I thought they I wrote it all down for them. 
 
 `` No, sir. We are missing the shipping address and delivery date. That's why we contacted you.'' she informed me. 
 
 `` My mistake, I must have dropped it somewhere, do you have a pen?''
