khayman

Uptown. As per where he requested for her to meet him. He waited perched against the railing of a Brownstone just across the street from where the train let out. He watched from afar as she exited the embellished whole in the ground and started down the sidewalk. He gave space for distance, for his presence to go unknown for as long as possible. Timberland boots drew him down the rout-iron steps and onto the sidewalk; dark blue denim pooling in a baggy fashion around the boots. The sleeves of his thermal were pushed up along his arms -- releasing some of his internal warmth. Seemed like he was never truly cold but he couldn't go walking around New York City in shorts and a wife beater this time of year.


His hands were pushed into confines of the pockets of his jeans -- stalking behind her for along a half block or so before his pace quickened slightly. Gave her only a moment to feel him there before joining her at her side. "You're it." He claimed with a bright smile pulled across his feature -- all beneath the shadow of his fitted Yankees cap.