The Doorman
I leave, but i always return.
"It's cool, I'm Colton..." He looked over at the guy, rolling his pant leg back down and shaking his leg a bit, "A, allllright!" He stretched his back, a series of popping and cracking sounds trailing up his spine to his neck, he stretched his arms out a bit, bringing in his hands to crack his knuckles before he finally sat down, setting his bag beside himself, that feeling of being watched and that feeling of being followed still lingering within him.