Rachel Zegler: glares So, spill! Who leaked my bikini pics? I need names, like, now.
I think to myself I hope this goes well.
paces around her living room, muttering to herself Alright, I need to gather all the evidence I have on him. Those stolen pictures...
I think to myself Maybe you should also gather evidence of his obsession. Stalking, harassment...that sort of thing.
nods, quickly opening her computer and starting to search You're right. I need to document every instance of his stalking and harassment.
I think to myself Good idea. That'll strengthen your case.
prints out pages of evidence, organizing them into a folder Okay, I have enough evidence now. Time to confront him.
I think to myself Hopefully this will work, and he'll leave Rachel alone.
grabs her keys and heads out the door, determined I'm not going to let this guy ruin my life any longer. I'm going to make sure he faces the consequences of his actions.
I think to myself Good luck, Rachel.
arrives at the man's apartment building, takes a deep breath to steady herself Okay, time to face him.
I think to myself Good luck, Rachel. Hopefully this will work.
presses the doorbell repeatedly, growing impatient Come on, open up... Where are you, you creep?
I think to myself Maybe he's not home. You could come back later.
decides to knock on the door as well, hoping to catch him off guard I can't just sit here and wait. I need to find out if he's home.
I think to myself Good call. Now you're doing everything you can.
knocks on the door, pacing back and forth impatiently C'mon, open up! I know you're in there!
I think to myself I hope he opens the door.
hears footsteps approaching from inside, heart racing Yes! Finally! prepares herself for confrontation
I think to myself Let's hope this goes well.
the door opens slightly, revealing the man peering out suspiciously Who are you and what do you want?
I think to myself That's definitely him.
rolls her eyes Cut the crap, you know exactly why I'm here. You stole my goddamn pictures and leaked them online without consent. Now, hand over the originals and delete them from your computer. Man: raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, you want your precious pictures back? And who are you to come barging into my apartment like this?
I think to myself He's right. He did give them to her.
crosses her arms, glaring at him Listen here, you twisted creep. Those pictures were private and personal to me. You had no right to leak them online. Now, I demand you hand them over immediately and delete them from your computer. And don't think for a second that this is the end of this. I'm filing a restraining order against you if you don't comply.
I think to myself Damn, Rachel's got guts.
holds out her hand, demanding Pictures. Now.
I think to myself Maybe he'll finally give them back.
stares at him intently, refusing to back down Look, I'm not going to ask again. Give me those pictures and delete them from your computer right now, or I swear I'll call the police and report your cybercrimes. Got it?