Lorne felt the hairs on his neck stand up. He looked up from his paper, raising an eyebrow behind his glasses.
The man waiting for the bus with him was staring at him.
Lorne was somewhat used to being stared at. It was rude, that was for sure, but he was in a good mood and he wasn't about to let some guy he'd never met ruin it. He smiled at the man, and turned his attention back to his paper, resuming whistling.
There were, according to his smartphone, 15 minutes or so until the bus came.