He’s definitely out of practice. Once he could conceal his notable presence from other members of his kind with ease, but now only catches himself dumbfounded when he is suddenly confronted by the stranger. Aiden swallows dry as he attempts to form some semblance of a sentence to explain away why he’s been following the stranger; he can feel his poorly thought out plan to merely observe the stranger from afar slipping through his fingers. “Maybe I come here for the coffee,” he lies, poorly, “- and you being here is just an unwelcome distraction.”
LYING. THAT NEVER WENT WELL. especially not with a werewolf, or anyone who could pick up on irregularities, such as a flutter of a heartbeat. ❛ ─ unwelcomed distraction, huh? ❜ logan inquires, while glancing down at the coffee cup he held in his hand. ❛ well, perhaps if you hadn’t been FOLLOWING me around, i would have just gone about my business and continued to ignore your existence. ❜ but as it turned out, that wasn’t the case, and logan had a bit of a ‘ thing, ’ about being followed ; previous experiences and all that.