I see him, always off to one side. And you can be sure I’m the only one who notices him.
He doesn’t seem to have a preference. Light and dark hair. Men and women. He never leaves alone.
He waits for them to come up to him, never he to them. Just stands there, then you look back to see him walking out with someone.
If you ask them about him, they just smile, a mirror to the one he often wears.
Think I’m going to do the walking up tonight. See what that smile’s all about.
Wish me luck.
(Not my usual cause I resisted my obvious to make him a serial killer.)