He wore a red hoodie, deep blue jeans, sneakers, and gloves that only covered the front and back of his hands to the start of his fingers. His brown hair was stuck up in weird angles, and he was crouched over something. I got a closer look, and he was furiously writing in a notebook. He suddenly looked up, and his eyes snapped right to me. I gave a lift of my brow as greeting, and then turned and made my way through the crowd of people, knowing he would follow.