~Laith~
That feeling when you know that someone is staring at you. The back of your head numbs except for the two heated spaces like eyes, lasered in on your hair, I felt it.
I shifted in the stool, careful not to make it scrape against the cement ground, giving a nonchalant glance behind me.
My eyes met steady silver ones, that bore into me like beams of fire. I stood frozen for a moment, becoming entranced in the reflection that they were giving off in the lighting.
"Is everything alright, Laith?" Ywain broke my concentration on the guy's eyes, and I reacted quickly, reaching to the ground. "Yeah, just dropped my pin, " I said picking up an imaginary hairpin off the ground, giving another glance at the man.
He was staring at Ywain with a blank expression again. I did the same, trying to puzzle over the fact; did I know him?
