Not an illusion // allaboutmisdirection
Q didn't know what made him stop to watch the performance of a street magician on his way back from work, but he found himself unable to just walk away once he saw a trick. It was early in the evening, a little fresh even with his parka on. Tilting his head, Q shuffled past a few taller bystanders so he could see more, deciding that he could waste the time here. He didn't have any money on him except for a little bit he wanted to use for buying a slice of cake in the café right at the corner to his flat - would it be stolen, it would be fine.
He rubbed his hands together to get some more warmth, regarding the magician for a moment. Large ears were the first thing he noticed, high cheekbones. He looked young, maybe Q's age.
