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The man in the window doesn't turn around. He doesn't have to. Every guest makes their way to him first.

He seems to be watching something out here in the city. Twice now he has looked my way. There is no way he can see me at this distance, but I have stopped being sure of that.

The night goes on, more guests arrive. People keep finding reasons to be near him. They don't know they are doing it.