I could feel his eyes on me as I stood up from the table, once more refilling my cup with soda before returning to my studies. I affected not to notice. I'd been here first, and I wasn't about to leave first because someone was glaring at me. Running a hand through my hair, I adjusted my sitting position, allowing me to briefly see the grimace on the man's face as he glared in my direction. Honestly I couldn't tell if he was staring at me or through me. It wasn't like I'd taken his seat. I'd come to this place every day at the same time and sat at the same place. I tapped my pencil against the blank notebook page, trying to gather my thoughts. Honestly, if he kept it up any longer I'd be tempted to write about him and turn him into a serial killer. I grimaced. Wrong thought. Even if I liked writing mysteries, I didn't need to freak myself out by suspecting people who were staring at me were wanting to kill me. That would lead down a path of paranoia I really didn't need in my life. Still...though. I looked up with a frown, finally meeting the man's gaze. What do you want? I asked silently.
He didn't react. Just kept staring at me.
I exhaled and looked down. Okay...hopefully that meant he was just staring in my direction and not at me. Hopefully.
-Inspiration from sitting in a food court for lunch.
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