A shiver inadvertently ran down his spine, yet he didn't fear the contact. He had seen the girl coming and hadn't payed her any mind. He was engrossed in the titles, and life in the big city usually meant you would be crushed against others in a crowd at some point or other. It was the deliberate contact that threw him off his guard. He had been unaccustomed to the sensation after all that time, busy keeping his distance or shunned by his peers. His own gran wasn't one for affection, either, denouncing Jonathan as a bastard child and tormenting him for the sin of his conception.
He glanced over, briefly locking eyes with the culprit. She was young, female. Irritation welled up inside of him... if it was a clumsy attempt at flirting then his time was wasted. "Can I help you?" In the back of his mind, something chuckled darkly. He loved when his subconscious played tricks on him.