@tibahdab
Tim isn’t the most hyper aware person, what with trying to feign ignorance and keep his head low. Yet, he could never brush away the paranoia of being followed and watched. He knew when someone or something was staring at him; always acutely aware of the sensation of hair raising on the back of his neck. Call it a gift if you wanted, a third sense. He thought of it as more of a curse, as just one more thing that kept him crazy and made living a normal life increasingly difficult.
He pauses on the sidewalk, pulling his cigarette from his mouth and exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air above. Eyes scan the block, eventually settling on the gaze of a shorter man staring straight at him. Tim feels a sense of... unease, unable to pin down exactly what it was, but instinct telling him to be cautious around this stranger. There was... something, lurking in those dark eyes as they stare at him. He didn’t know what to make of it, but found it best not to ignore him.
“ Can I help you? ”