Good God, Sara!
This story is KILLING me. You are the Mistress of Evil.
She didn't see his jaundiced eyes watching her every step, and she didn't see him darting a sharp glance at the glaring neon sign that displayed the time and destination of the next bus.
She didn't see him. If she had seen him doing that, she might have gotten a little nervous.
What is this business about?! He better darn well not be a spy!
