[i]"Um, excuse me, Sir? Ma'am? Did either of you drop this?"[/i]

Asher had heard the man approach from behind, but initially assumed nothing; the place was busy enough as is, and he felt he was acting suspicious enough - now wasn't the time to be glancing around hastily, looking like a man who had got away with murder, as much as that was the truth. The plan changed slightly as he felt a finger tap his shoulder and a short zap of static. Turning to face the individual - with whom the voice accompanied - Asher locked eyes with the other man, the blond one who had stared out the window earlier. The world, for what felt like an extended period, stopped and Asher had no immediate reaction appear on his face; his surprise, concern, and even his hostility was repressed, giving him an almost blank, uncaring, perhaps even annoyed look. That expression did not last long, and as Asher's eyes blinked again, he swallowed while his mouth turned dry.

What spurred all of this? No one thing, but a myriad instead followed by the man's low toned reply which was intentionally for the three of them. Just looking at the blond man gave him a chill like he had met eyes with an enemy - that something instinctually told him of danger, but was unclear as to what. Asher had no time to process all of what was transpiring as the two men, and now the woman as well, became more aware of each other's presence, particularly not when the strange man spoke:

[i]"We're alike."[/i]

The level of casualness this man spoke with unsettled Asher Tybalt, who immediately assumed this man knew far more than he did. Worried, largely because of his uncontrolled paranoia and penchant for poorly managing interaction, Asher's eyes shot to the corner as the woman beside him reacted strangely as well. Just what was going on was unknown to Asher in that time, but he caught her first reaction to the strange man which was an apparent mixture of focus and irritation - especially as the man preformed a turn away from them both and proceeded, hurriedly, out toward the parking lot. By this time, Asher was beginning his reply as he looked back toward the man, yet noted the other was already leaving and the woman beside him was taking her first step in pursuit.

Time seemed to be moving slow, but no other patrons cared or really invested themselves about the man, and now the woman, who had abruptly left.

Realizing now wasn't the time to try and ignore this strange turn of events, Asher's courage was a bit more present than normal; it was more the curiosity in him as to who this man, as well as the woman, was, and why he had approached him so strangely. He couldn't know, could he? How would one even be aware of that? Yet... There was a strange familiarity to the other man, less so for the woman in purple, and as Asher stepped out of the line and followed as hastily as he could without drawing too much focus; he noticed a few people pay minor attention to him - more so to the entire event of the three hurriedly leaving - but all in all, no one seemed to care... No one but Asher, August and Jacob that was.

Marching out from the store and into the street, the woman yelled with frustration - Asher, just now having exited, could easily make out her exclamation as she directed it toward the blond man who was now beside a car, presumably his.

[i]"Hey, wait! Who the fuck are you!?"[/i]

Nervous, Asher attempted to blend better with the situation by placing his coat on and allowing the first car to pass as the woman stood in the center isle of the lane. Following that, he hurried across to her side, passing by her; he was not about to let this man's almost cryptic but strikingly applicable statement just go unnoticed. Issuing an apology in the form of "Uh... excuse me.", he stepped by the woman in purple and across the road with remarkable timing - passing behind a car as it made its way across the street. So close he could nearly skim the paint of its surface with his dress coat in the subtle breeze, he stepped on to the concrete again from the asphalt and slowed from his more rushed pace.

"Uh, sir - just wait. Just a minute!"

Showing his palms he shrugged slightly, trying to appear less threatening, as the man beside his car - the same who spoke to him and the woman in purple - appeared nervous, almost menaced by the situation; like there was too much going on at once. Not knowing what to say, let alone do, Asher defaulted to how he approached his boss and most co-workers; as timid as possible and attempting to be far from intrusive. It was a habit, a bad one at that, as his personality did not truly meld well with his actual nature; like fire and water these two components of his being would clash, at times violently as the news had shown that morning.