#* evander

He froze and turned to the person nearest to him, his voice hushed so as not to be heard as he tugged their arm and brought them out of eye shot from the man in the front. “Hey, hurry. Do you have a cellphone on you?”

          A head of red hair caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he almost didn’t realize he’d stopped in his tracks just to admire it from a distance. Well, he’d liked to have said it was a distance; in truth, he was only a couple feet away, and perhaps his gaze was a little more obvious than he’d intended. “Ah-- Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

          “That’s... my foot.” There was a slight twinge of pain in his features as he gestured to the heel that had trampled his own foot... and continued to do so. He understood that it was probably an accident, but... um... get off.

“... What?”