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"Wha'--" The Scotsman felt his shoulder's stiffen at the sudden touch of her hand. He had met a handful of people who came on quick, but this? This was too fast. 'C'mon. At least dinner and a movie first,' he thought to himself. However, at the hint towards the woman's nearby stalker, all of the pieces fell into place. "No, it isn't. If this were the Matrix, this would all be a lot cooler.," he whispered, stealing back a long sip of his drink as his sapphiric gaze stole an inconspicuous glance at the drunken throng around them.

"Is it the blonde guy in the leather jacket?" Richard continued, his faux-softened glance scanning back to the brunette across from him. Finally, buying into the game he reached out to take her hand. "Have any idea who he is, or why he's been followin' ye'?" he muttered, his facade now painted to convey a loving boyfriend cooing sweet-nothings to his beloved.

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"Don't..." her hushed warning trailed off, moving swiftly she grasped the man by the chin, feigning a smile as if this was some shared joke between them. Her contentment melted away when she was certain they weren't being watched.

"Don't look now." Gillian finally finished her thought, reaching out and placing her hands over his which were presently wrapped around the pint on the table between them.

Leaning closer to him, she spoke so only he could hear, "That man was following me last week."

Though, now a detail made more muddled when her accidental companion said the man was tailing him.

"This isn't The Matrix. There aren't half a dozen Mr. Smiths running around in broad daylight." Though, that might be clever if this was some experiment gone awry.