I think I'm being stalked

I made the point of going to a different Starbucks today and the creepy, older dude that always makes eyses at me in the Starbucks near work, is sitting on the across the room from me.  I mean, WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!

I even (quite accidentally) took a crazy circuitous route to get here.

Guys, I don't like this.

(Twenty-five is just about the perfect age for the onset of schizophrenia, mind you).