Gabriella's Gaze on Me

The story happened a few years ago. I was in my early 20s and was studying in Paris, France. That day I felt slightly uncomfortable. I could sense some guy was looking intensely at me. It's hard to explain why but I felt like a prey being stopped. He said my name Gabriella? Oh god, I feltLike a deer in the headlights, frozen. Open your door please. Said a pleading voice. Somehow I couldn't move or speak. Look at me, you'll see I'm not a bad guy.