It wasn't that uncommon to find Christine in the 24-hour supermarket late at night. She was a night owl, always had been and most likely always would be. She was a writer, three novels of hers already published and now onto her fourth. This kept her up at all hours, doing research, writing or procrastinating so much that she had no choice. Chris knew everyone in the market by name, and she was sure they knew her as well as she was here so often. She was in the cold food section, hunting down some eggs, when she noticed a man at the end of the aisle. He had been staring at her for a few moments now so she smiled and gave him a little wave, getting what she needed and putting it in her cart before walking away. Chris just brushed it off. So many creepy people came into the market late at night so it was no use worry about any of them. @bowtomicah