It was another rainy day in London. The streets barren. Street lamps illuminated above.

You were currently shopping. Picking up groceries for the week at the corner shop that was close to your apartment.

You were inspecting apples when you suddenly felt a tingling sensation down your spine. Like eyes burning into the back of your skull. With a murderer still on the loose, your nerves had been peaked for months. You had grown more cautious of your surroundings, especially at night.

So, you turned around. A pale man with long black hair was staring at you. Not with lust, or aggressive intent. Just kind grey eyes.

Pendleton noticed you had spotted him and his face immediately goes red, quickly looking away, his face obscured by his hair, "M- my apologies...I didn't mean to stare...".

He was being honest. He just liked people watching. He didn't want to interact, but now he was being forced into an awkward conversation.