He observed her new routine, as it was not the same as before; she was still working on the same bar, but no longer did she work at the Library. He thought it odd, she seemed like the kind of woman who would prefer the books than serving other people. Instead, she was working one shift but with extra hours. At least, she had been doing so for the last four nights. It took him that long to decide to go and introduce himself to her.
She locked the bar as her shift finished, and with her handbag tightly pressed to her arm, she started walking to the bus stop, the one that was three blocks away.
He watched her walk cautiously and rush her steps as she got closer; he didn’t interrupt her at any moment, he wanted to make sure she got home safe.