Stalker, or Stalkee?

Last night I decided to enjoy dinner in the beauty of an unusually cool Houston evening. I went to a cafe that I knew had outdoor seating. I placed my order and went outside to find a table. That's when I ran into a guy, Jeff, who I hadn't seen in a long time. We chatted for a little while and then I walked around the corner to find a quiet spot to relax.

My food arrived and about five minutes later my phone buzzed with a new text message. It was from a number I didn't recognize. The message said "I like your green shirt! What's for dinner?"

I was startled and looked all around to see if someone I knew was nearby. You see, I was wearing a green shirt and clearly I was having dinner. I could see no familiar faces. I quickly texted back asking "who is this?"

There was no reply. I thought hmmm....maybe Jeff somehow managed to get my number and is messing with me. I quickly sent off a text message to our mutual friend Todd, asking for Jeff's number so I could compare it to the number of my "stalker." He promptly replied and I compared the numbers against each other and discovered that Jeff was NOT the culprit.

Just then, my phone buzzed again. The "stalker" had replied to my identity query. "Come inside and see. I've been admiring you from not so far away for a while now."

Ok, I'm officially weirded out.
I wrote back and said "that's kinda creepy."
The reply: "But I'm a lot of fun."

So being the kind of girl to take the bull by the horns, I walked inside the restaurant to see what awaited me...