It’s late at night and the sky is without its Moon. You can’t help but tap your foot anxiously against the sidewalk’s concrete as you wait for the bus.

You look around and notice a man approaching the bus stop. There was a phone in his hand and he was talking rather loudly, letting out a cackle every now and then. He sat himself down on the opposite side of the bench from you, leaning back and crossing a leg over the other while looking eerily at ease. With curiosity getting the best of you, you couldn’t help but lean in to hear snippets of the conversation.

He sighed, and for a short moment, you swore gave you a glance of intrigue before looking back ahead.

…Talk to you later. Something new came up.

He hung up, sliding his phone into his pocket and giving you a brief, ominous grin.

Hello, dear. Staring problem, much?