Today I saw him again twice. What the fuck was he doing. It is not a great place to hang out. I started to fantasize that he was actually me from the future, because it didn't look as though anyone else could see him. Then I though even after 30 years, I may change a lot, but I don't think I will ever wear a grey sports jacket.
I almost went up to him to ask "why the fuck was he spying on me", but on the other hand it was none of my business.