((@ironcoffin
She wouldn’t know if he was actually there, hell, he could have been watching from outside the many windows of the establishment, all she knew, was the feeling of being watched had suddenly struck her in her core, her being feeling heavy…. And light at the same time…. Her Chest was telling her to drop, to hide under a table or a counter, something… but her brain told her to run… and ultimately the latter won… the tips of her pearly whites caught on her bottom lip for a few moments, pressing herself against the wall as if she could sink into it. “I… don’t know his name” she admitted slowly, “some-…. Some guy just… keeps following me around… I-… I think?” She couldn’t help but second guess herself, even with all the proof she had, what if it was somehow, only coincidental? Her hands clasped tightly in front of her stomach, tips of her nails running along the knuckles below her pointer fingers. “Sorry-.. right-.” She spoke with a bit of an awkward chuckle, lips etching up for a fleeting moment before they straightened out “I’m Lillian… And- and you?” She asked, head tilting slightly to the side.