He took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

She'd seen him. Her hazel eyes were focused intently on him.

There had been way too many times in his life he'd wondered about those eyes. He'd been watching her all the fucking time, unsuccessfully.

She pulled back into her room, closing the doors, but he was not going to let their little staring contest end.

Throwing away his cigarette on the pavement, he stomped it beneath his foot and walked inside. Going past the path of Stephen ...