It was inevitable that nearing the end of the day, Tris would wander on over to a stall or another store. Horrible really that paychecks really went right back into the Frey in general, but he didn’t really know what to do with extra cash beyond going out anyways. It seemed like a good investment to keep trying to find out more about what he was now, so it’s not like he considered it money wasted. However, the person whose eyes he’d felt boring into the back of him for the last five minutes definitely made him think he’d wasted cash on books when he could have bought a taser. New York was full of strange people, that’s what he’d told himself when he’d first come to the city, when he was still jumpy and (quite literally) going through things. He could convince himself it was nothing, but there was always going to be an almost annoying suspicion plaguing him regarding strangers. At this point, he was practically pretending to browse things under the gaze of this-
I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?
“I know rom-coms have made it seem endearing or cute to just kind of stare at people in public, and maybe I’m a little flattered, but do you want something or are you just a fuckin’ creep?” Against his better judgement, and with a heavy sigh, he’d whipped around and walked the few feet across the pavement to the stranger, more annoyed than actually angry. Being a smartass wasn’t the smart, nor polite thing to do, but it wasn’t really smart nor polite to be closely watching people in public either. @pcltergcist
