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the nurse in purple hospital
     scrubs on the other side of me.
    I hear him chuckle under his breath again as I turn my body away from him and pretend
     like I am completely engrossed in watching the numbers above the door light up for
     each floor they pass.
    "Are you visiting someone?" he whispers, close to me again.
    Jesus, he's like a ninja.
    I keep my face straight-ahead and don't acknowledge his question.
    "You're not sick, are you? Maybe I shouldn't stand so close. You might be contagious."
    His jovial demeanor makes me want to look him straight in the eye and tell him that
     I am indeed sick, but luckily for him, it's nothing he can catch. He's obviously not
     going to stop until I give him something. Maybe if I'm mean enough, he'll go away.
    "The Stalkers Anonymous meeting is on the second floor. I think you made a wrong turn,
     Napkin Guy," I mutter angrily without looking at him.
    "Did you just call me Napkin Guy ?" he asks with a laugh. "My name's actually Zander. And Stalkers Anonymous is on
     the fourth floor, and they only meet on days when the person they're stalking is busy
     or when Creepers Consortium is cancelled."
    As more people get on and off the slowest elevator known to man, I continue to ignore
     him, even though it's growing increasingly painful to keep biting my lip to stop myself
     from smiling at his quick comebacks. When the doors take too long to close after the
     last person exits, he reaches in front of me and hits the "close doors" button, his
     arm brushing up against me, and I have to force myself not to shiver.
    I glance at him out of the corner of my eye while he stares straight-ahead and hums
     along to the muzak version of Stairway to Heaven that's being piped through the speakers in the elevator. He looks to be in his early
     twenties. He's got short, black hair that appears to have been freshly cut by how
     clean the lines are at the edge of his neck and around his sideburns. He wets his
     lips with his tongue, and when I manage to tear my gaze away from those lips, I realize
     he's staring at me again and has caught me practically drooling while watching him.
     I quickly turn my eyes away and feel a blush form on my cheeks.
    I don't know what he's doing here, and I wasn't really joking when I called him a
     stalker. While I should probably be nervous that he seems to be following me around,
     there's something about him that puts me at ease. I've kept myself closed off from
     people for so long that the feeling of my heart rate quickening in excitement instead
     of dread is a strange sensation. It should make me happy that something has the ability to do that to me, but all it does is irritate me. I don't need some
     weird guy trying to get in my pants, which I'm sure that's what this is about. Or
     he's just a friendly person who will talk to anyone no matter where he is, just like
     my mother.
     

     
    "I've been lucky. I haven't had any nausea at all with the chemo. My sister had breast
     cancer about ten years ago and it was horrible for her. She would throw up for days
     afterward. My doctor still gave me a prescription for Zofran just in case."
    I walked up behind my mom who was in a deep discussion with the cashier at Macy's.
     I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and started scrolling through texts to distract
     myself from the topic of my mom's cancer. She was having a good day, and I didn't
     want anything to ruin it, especially my worries.
    "Make sure you tell Dr. Fuller I said hello. She was wonderful. I still get a Christmas
     card from her every year," the cashier told my mother as she slid the receipt into
     her bag and lifted it over the counter to her.
    "I will, Debbie. I'll also tell her about your new granddaughter."
    "That would be wonderful. Take care and I will make sure to keep you in my prayers,"
     Debbie, the cashier, said with a kind smile on her face.
    My mom said good-bye and we made our way out of Macy's and head towards the food court
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