Doppelganger stalker?

I've been reading a lot of posts of people that have had stalkers that look just like them in the face, so I thought I might as well share a recent experience I had.<br><br>Until recently, I worked at a restaurant. I've been in the industry for years, but this particular restaurant was the first time I ever felt like I couldn't be in control, if that makes sense. I just constantly felt unsafe. Usually, I know exactly how to handle difficult guests, but this one had me shook. <br><br>The extremely good looking woman (she was tall too, with curly hair and pretty features) in her mid 30s came to my station. She was a table of 2 and her male companion. The guy was very short and not very good looking. <br><br>She asked me questions about the food and made some really great picks. I noticed that when she ordered, she was saying things that I usually say. She had a very similar vocabulary and pronunciation that I do. <br><br>I thought that was a little odd, but was very relieved that I didn't have to babysit her table. They were very chill, orders made sense. <br><br>The next day, I saw her. Same table, same menu. She ordered the same dishes, exact same questions. I'm starting to think she's a regular. No big deal. The male companion was there again. I don't really like confronting people because it's always a headache, but I decided to try to build a connection with her. I was asking her questions and she was pretty nice, but just in a very awkward way. I thought maybe she was on the spectrum. I don't know what made me feel so uneasy. It's like she was mimicking me. <br><br>I also noticed that she never ordered wine, and she doesn't ask me any questions unless I ask her a question first. <br><br>I didn't see her for a couple of days, and I thought that was a little weird. I was wondering if I had just imagined it. But then, the next day she's there. Same male companion, same everything. It's like groundhog day. <br><br>I was trying to change things up, so I asked her if I got her order right and she said yes, it's always the same. I was asking her more questions, trying to see if I could break through whatever barrier there was, and it was clear we had absolutely nothing in common. We exchanged small talk for a little while, but it wasn't really a conversation. Then, she said "You know what, I'm not very hungry today. I don't think we're going to eat here. But can I ask you something?" <br><br>I said sure. And she said "I just wanted to let you know that you're very beautiful and thank you for chatting with me." And I was just like woah. That was not where I expected this to go. I just kind of laughed awkwardly and said thanks. They ended up sitting at the bar and drinking a couple of glasses of wine before leaving.<br><br>It was just weird. <br><br>She didn't come back for a couple of days, and I thought I'd never see her. Then, the next day, she's there. Same table, same male companion. <br><br>And she just sits there staring at me. It was very creepy. She ordered a couple of tapas dishes and then just sat there, not saying a word to anyone. A couple at the next table asks me for bread, and I notice that she looks over at the bread whenever I give them a piece. I was thinking "this is insane" because I thought I had imagined that part. Then she orders more bread. And more bread. And more bread. <br><br>I thought that maybe she was just lactose intolerant and didn't want to drink milk, so she was eating all the bread. So I decided to bring her a big basket with a big pat of butter. When I brought it to her, she just looked at the butter and didn't say anything. Then she asked me if I was sure it was real butter. I said yes, I saw the chef drop it in the warmer. She said oh, ok. Thanks. <br><br>I don't know what the fuck is going on at this point. I just want her to leave so I can go and cry in the bathroom. <br><br>She didn't order any more food and the couple next to her was starting to get ready to leave. I had to put out more bread and I thought "fuck I don't want to give her any more bread" so I just put the bread basket on the table and walked away. She said "Oh, thank you" sarcastically, and her companion just kind of looked at me. <br><br>I moved on to my other tables and forgot about her for a minute. Then suddenly, I just don't feel right. I feel like something is off. I look over at her table and it's empty. But her napkin was crumpled up like she had left in a hurry. <br><br>I was going through the checks from my section and hers was the only one missing. At first I thought that maybe I had missed it, but then I found it covering the bottom of her water glass. She had written "You're so beautiful" on the receipt in red ink. <br><br>If I hadn't been so shaken up by the whole experience, I would have thought it was funny. But it just seemed creepy and insane. I showed it to my coworkers and we were all in agreement. <br><br>She didn't come back after that. <br><br>A few nights later, I had just clocked out of my shift. As I was walking out of the restaurant, I saw her. Same curly hair, same face. She was standing by the hostess stand, but it wasn't her. It was me. Or at least my doppelganger. <br><br>So to doppelganger lady, let's not meet again.