They've been keeping track of you ever since. But... nothing as blatant or face-threatening as this until now.
[He looks over his shoulder toward the bags of shopping on the back seat. His Gatorade is in one of them - the closer one, actually - so he stretches his arm back there to grab the bag and bring it to the front.]
no subject
[He looks over his shoulder toward the bags of shopping on the back seat. His Gatorade is in one of them - the closer one, actually - so he stretches his arm back there to grab the bag and bring it to the front.]