Chapter 233: A Kindred Spirit

Michelle's POV:

I noticed him watching me.

Today was not the first time he'd stood there and watched me. He'd been watching me for about a week. He seemed harmless enough, but it was still pretty creepy, and I was definitely unnerved.

Pretending to keep my eyes on my book, I looked him up and down. He looked a little bit on the scrawny side. Dark hair. Attractive, soft eyes. But the way he held himself, staggering slightly, made me wonder if he was drunk.

The last thing I needed was to be accosted by a drunken scoundrel. My distraction caused me to lose my grip on the umbrella I'm holding, to keep the wind and drizzle off myself and my book. The umbrella clattered onto the ground.

He picked it up and then he was talking to me. I wasn't sure what to say to him. I probably shouldn't have been speaking to him at all but there was something about him that was drawing me towards him.