Looking into the narrow mirror fixed near the front window, Asher cinched the dark blue tie ever so slightly; adjusting the collar to better seat the silk-like neck ornament. Attention at first focused so intensely on himself, he sat back as an unusual twitch up his spine raised the hair on the back of his neck. Pausing, hands still fixed to the tie, his eyes shifted from himself in the mirror to the world further behind and what it held, to which he noted a woman in a dark dress; her heel pressed to the concrete snuffed out a formerly lit cigarette before she disappeared into the coffee shop. Exhaling again now, his breathing having paused, Asher looked into the passenger side mirror then the one closest to him on the driver side with rising suspicion and unusual paranoia - like he expected to see someone staring him down, but there wasn't anyone there.

Uneasily, he looked around, attempting to maintain a sense of casualness; if he was being observed, he didn't want to alarm the observers. Nodding a little, he glanced back in the rear view mirror to see a man with blond hair finish paying for his coffee and seemingly search for a seat. The features of the man obscured by the glare on the store's window, Asher couldn't identify anything about him - nothing concrete at least. With a sigh and shaking his head he reached for the door's latch and stepped out of the car and was immediately assaulted by several distinct scents that made him slow as he turned to thought.

The first was of a man, or what one should smell like, but it was strange in that it was something he could recognize as a person. Asher knew his senses were sharpened at other times, namely ones under the full moon, but this was different. Almost panicked, he looked at his watch hastily; hands still very human, and the hour still quite early, this entire morning was off. The second was the woman, followed by her smoke, the latter of which was the most normal of things as people smoked all the time, as much as Asher didn't approve. But both of these people, just like how they caught his eye, caught his nose as well and raised a sense of alertness in him; like several great predators had stumbled on to each other at the same kill and were, as of now, not yet aware of the others' presence.

Palm on the door with the other in his pocket, Asher shut the car and locked it before turning to face the coffee shop; its dull purple and yellow color scheme having faded slightly in the sunlight, mixing in with the paleness of its tertiary white color. With one last look around, he noted the world was going on, with or without him and his paranoia, but he couldn't shake the feeling - not this time. This was different... very different.

Opening the door, he entered, not recognizing the man he saw earlier now sat in a corner table by himself as he headed toward the line. Now behind the woman in purple, Asher's suspicions never eased, and as he looked around he noted that the world was still going full steam ahead on normalcy; that not for a moment did anyone suspect anything. Trying to gather his surroundings, Asher noted the man paying at the counter was in uniform with a sidearm on his hip - a triangular black, gold and blue patch on his tan shirt sleeve with a golden star affixed to his chest; a deputy. The killer in Asher wasn't afraid - he did what he had to - but the man that was Asher, very much was. Wanting the deputy to be leaving as soon as remotely possible, Asher composed himself as best he could, beginning to listen in to the sounds that filled the air.

A television in the background featured a reporter rambling about an armed man found dead in an alley after what appeared to be a large animal attack; a single shot having been discharged from the weapon. Looking down, Asher realized he had subconsciously been touching his most recent scar, and proceeded on to try and mask his behavior by straightening his dress shirt as the line moved along; the strange woman in purple ahead of him clicking as she took another step in her heels on the tiled floor.

Looking the woman over briefly, she seemed momentarily lapsed in concentration - like she had some sort of flash or revelation. It was subtle, but at the same time Asher had grown increasingly successful at reading body language; that, in a way, it was a second tongue - one he didn't understand or want. It wasn't meant for him... he shouldn't know, as he shouldn't, in all actuality... be. Noting her attention returning, his eyes, and focus turned away and toward the coffee selection.