dimitri slinked along in the shadows, hidden among the racks of clothing. his gray eyes caught the light for a moment as he slid into another rack, a suit jacket brushing his jawline. this job was surprisingly difficult compared to his usual- he felt like his target could see him there, even though he was making sure to have their back always turned to him. it gave him the chills. part of him was certain that they had a weapon with them- not that he couldn’t fight them off. that wasn’t his job though.