I’m not suspicious I swear!
You could set your clock by Lee’s schedule. Every morning he ran the length of the slums into the business district. He always waved at the owners opening up their shops, jogged in place as the 6:35 am train would pass through, and always. Always. Stopped by the same house with the same fence to take a breather, stretch slightly before turning around and heading back home.
It was awfully early in the morning, and he did wear a hoodie with the hood up over his head. So, it would make sense that he would look like a lurker prowling around, but Lee didn’t think of himself like that. Honestly, he didn’t even notice.













