Harley spun around so fast that her braided hair whipped from one side to the other. "What are you doing? Why are you following me?" She didn't want to make a scene and get thrown out by the owners, but this stranger was getting ridiculous. Once again shifting her weight to one leg, Quinn placed both fists on her hips and glared at him over her glasses. She knew that by now everyone in the cafe was staring at them. She was used to being stared at here for her alternative style, but this was something different. Quinn wanted to walk away and ignore the fact that this ever happened but she needed answers. Lowering her voice, she spoke again. "I don't like being followed."