Stalking

The afternoon sun is unforgiving on his eyes as he hurries his steps, Matthew curses for the nth time that he forgot his sunglasses on the car to follow the man, a few meters from him.

But his forgetfulness was not the only reason why he was cursing himself. The flow of bad words was in a loop in his head since he spotted the man and decided to get out of his car to stalk him on foot after following him for an hour driving with seemingly no direction in mind.

His stomach grumbled, reminding him that he hadn't put anything in his stomach other than the cup of coffee he had this morning. It is already twelve minutes past two o'clock.

Matthew scans the surroundings and notices that there are not that many people in this shopping strip. He cannot ot get too close to the man he is stalking for he will notice him for sure. And his damn sunglasses are in the car.