You walk into a bookstore, smile and whisper your first "hello." You choose books, and I can't take my eyes off you. You go to the register and hold out your credit card. You want me to know your name. Well, Guinevere Beck, nice to meet you - Joe Goldberg. Better just Joe. Your name is a great start. Fortunately for us, there is only one Guinevere Beck in the world. Thanks to the Internet, I learned a lot about you, and even found your address. Your windows are not closed. I stand opposite and watch you. I come both during the day and at night. I have studied all your social media posts. I know all your favorite places and how your day goes. You are sitting at the next table in the company of friends. You get drunk and go to the subway. I save you when you fall right on the rails. We get into a taxi. And then you go up to your boyfriend's apartment. Beck, you don't need him. i want to have you I need YOU.