Zacharias sighed, diverting his gaze elsewhere. He was sure that if he had to look at Anthony and the pitiful excuse that things were only going to get worse. The alley was filled with it's normal sort of foot traffic for a Friday evening. It was busy but not too busy, with people mostly on their way home and a few out shopping or heading out for dinner.
His brow furrowed as he watched two people, a few seconds a part from each other, veer off their intended course. Then a moment later he could have sworn he saw a building sort of shake. What bothered him more was that he could have sworn there was an alley there, but it was like his brain couldn't quite remember it or even see it. It was like he didn't want to look.
"Shut up for a second," he said grabbing Anthony directing him a few feet down the way. The new location would grant a better viewing point to the alley that seemingly didn't want to be seen. "There," he said motioning toward the general space more than actually pointing to it. "Do you see something?"