She squinted at him now, first peeping through her left eye. Now closing it quickly, and peeking through her right eye, unaware of her little nose scrunching up. Back and forth, back and forth.
She wasn't great at the age guessing game, always shooting too low. But him? He must be mid forties, she nodded in agreement with herself. Yep. His posture. His attire. The way he ground his teeth into the butt of the smoke. It didn't suit him. She brought a finger to her squinting eyes, and pretended to smash the cigarette between them.
She paused, an eerie feeling brought her back to her surroundings. She was being watched. By him. By this old man. Who smoked too much. Dropping her hand, and opening her eyes widely, she stared back. Realizing that he had caught her looking at him through her slitted eyelids, she stuck out her chin bravely. She wouldn't be scolded by his harsh stare, neither would she be the first to look away shamefully.
She held, unblinkingly for almost a full minute.
Then, keeping her gaze matched to his, she saw him mouth two words to her...
"Gorilla Munch"
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