Being Suspicious

Being Suspicious

It was me that was being suspicious. I’d just realised that the man she was talking to, with the dreadlocks, was someone I’d photographed before, over a year ago, so I was probably staring a bit too much. Then taking photos of them. I think the weirdo here is me.

I found him later and explained, and showed him a photo of himself on my phone. I’m sure that made me seem much less weird.