Stalked

'Is it just me… or has that man been stealing glances at me?' Nick wondered as he glanced back at the man standing at the edge of his vision among the crowd. 

The train car shook slightly, but since he was fortunate enough to have a seat, he didn't end up bumping into others like those who were standing. 

'Tall, casual-looking, leather jacket, and dark shades that just so happen to face my direction repeatedly… 

'Yup. I'm not overthinking this. He's onto me. I thought I was vigilant enough as I walked down here; I wonder, when did he start tailing me? He must want to follow me home. Meaning, it's definitely not Boss Falco behind this. It's those men from the club.' 

Nick glanced at the man and muttered, 'Dammit. Can't they just let it rest? Does everyone have to seek revenge?'