The place was unoccupied for now, save the two of you.

In the empty tavern on a rainy night, he’d taken a seat at the far side, resting his hand against the table and leaning down with his elbow while resting his chin atop of his hand, continuing to observe from a distance.

Unsettling how he always found you. The world was large and he still somehow always managed to be in your space.

His gaze was never strayed away, even with you watching. He was not discrete, nor did he even try to be.