She paused at a crosswalk, waiting for a stream of traffic to pass, raising her apple to her lips, but she paused.
The back of her neck was prickling, an uncomfortable, unpleasant feeling. She rolled her neck gently, but when the sensation didn't alleviate she glanced over her shoulder, scanning the nearest faces, a little frown pulling at her mouth and creasing her brow.
The walk opened and people started to move, but she waited, just a moment longer, before hurrying across.