I was sitting down for lunch at Subway which has a lot of windows looking out to the parking lot and street (Torrance Blvd). As I was eating, I had this nagging sense that someone was watching me. I started looking around suspiciously, almost in a paranoiac way, when I found the suspects. They looked as if they were trying to see within my soul. The piercing blue eyes caught me; I emitted a silent gasp.
I started to ask myself why someone would want to see within me. Was it my newly shorn hair? Was it my Fray Day shirt? Whatever it was, I felt flattered yet intruded upon. Fortunately, I was at the end of my meal and left soon thereafter.