He watched you every time you walked to Small Heath: the market, the Garrison itself. He had seen you in every way: happy, unhappy, dressed for a party, with your make-up off, with a drink in your hand, with shopping bags... He saw something special in your unknown eyes: something so special that, in a glimpse of madness due to alcohol, he had almost thought to turn to one of the many gypsy fortune-teller of the Lee(s). Yet again, you are waiting for a friend at the Garrison and he doesn't know what to do, but he can't help but stare.