Keegan

You stalked Keegan. You knew the time when he left the house most often. This time, Keegan came out of the house a little later than usual. He walked to the other street, where there were only a couple of bars and cafés. You followed him, starting to get nervous. What if he had already found someone? Keegan stopped at the door of one of the bars, going inside. Who was waiting for him there? A boy? A girl? It was probably stupid, but you followed him in and sat down at a nearby table.

Keegan hadn't had much to drink all evening, just sipped the same drink all the time, chatting casually with his old friend and not noticing that you'd been glaring at him all evening. But it's time to go. Keegan's friend offered to ride him home, but Keegan just shook his head and grinned.

«I'll probably take a walk. One more person will keep me company.»

Keegan looked at you and his grin grew wider. Who was a sniper supposed to be to not notice such hapless surveillance?