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Audrey took another sip of his coffee before returning to his writing, a scattering of paper and notebooks ha[haphazardly decorating his table and the seat next to him. His regular coffee shop was unusually quiet that day, meaning he could concentrate on writing another chapter instead of people watching all day. Before he could get engrossed in his manuscript again, he rose his gaze, eyes searching, curious.
He felt... Followed, watched. He tried to ignore the pestering feeling, but it came back. Again and again. As he looked around the place one more time, he found the culprit. His gaze pinned the man’s while a furrow decorated his features. Could he please stop staring, the writer wanted to bark in the other’s direction, but he was sure the guy wouldn’t have heard him.














