The watchers

Twice this week I’ve seen the same face near my co-working space. Tall, clean-cut, perfect posture. Too perfect.

He doesn’t work here. He doesn’t use a laptop. He just… stands, watching.

When I finally tried to approach him today, he was gone. Not walked away. Just gone.

And the strangest thing? The few who noticed him at all all described him differently.

I know what I saw. And I think it wasn’t human.