Tim had to fill up the red bird. It was in dire need of it. He'd driven his red motorcycle until it was on the lowest mark of empty it could get before it started making noises of protest. He couldn't do that to his baby, so it was time to top off the tank. The engine stopped on a dime infront of one of the stands. He reached over and pulled the pump to the bike and let it suck his money away. He didn't have a lot of cash to begin with, what with Bruce's account not being at his finger tips but if it meant he got to keep riding the most intense street bike in the history of street bikes then it was worth it.
While the bike filled Tim looked around and brushed a hand through his hair pushing it out of his face when he noticed a strange sight. Tim was trained to read body language. He wasn't as good as say Cassandra, but he could tell when things were out of place as they were with the guy and his newspaper. For a while Tim didn't do anything. He could have been crazy!..but then he realized, he must have just been new. The way he focused on his paper as if trying to hypnotize it into giving him answers was a silent clue for the kid detective. So weighing his options he approached. If he was new, he'd want answers. So..what was the worst that could happen, really?
"..Uh..hey. You okay?" He said from behind with a raised eyebrow. Hands in his pockets.