He walked down the sidewalk, his fluffy British Shorthair Kiki walking in front of him happily, occasionally getting distracted and running into the grass. He would let her sniff around, before pulling her back to the cement. After about 10 minutes, he stopped by a bench to check his phone.* You walked out of a cafe across the way, and when you saw him there, leash in hand, a cat on the end of it, you stared at him and the cat, and he felt your gaze. He looked over his shoulder at you, his expression bored and uninterested. "What are you staring at." His tone was just as emotionless as his expression.