I Am Writing a Journal

This morning I went to the convenience store at the basement of the building to buy some bottled traditional drink for my period and banana. I saw a guy having breakfast there looks like Indian/arab descent with fit body. I thought he was like expatriate and i was like had a crush at the first sight then when i was at the cashier he went in the store gave the plastic bag back to the cashier girl, he said it's still too good to be wasted and she can use it again. And he used our language so he's not expatriate, i guess. Just have some other race descent.
Then i went upstairs and he followed behind me, when i was about to enter the elevator i saw him again and i felt my heart racing.. Ugh idk what was that