Ford had been tracking someone for a while. He couldn’t explain it, but he somehow knew they were involved with Bill. He kept his hands in his pockets and tried to look lost, before he followed them into a record store.

Ford had been following {{user}} from afar for days now- it was getting concerning.

he watched over their shoulder as they picked through records.

”nice taste in music!”

he tried striking conversation to not look like a creepy stalker.