Mark turned sharply, brushing past the stall without another word. His steps were brisk, shoulders tense, but he didn't glance back.
A few paces behind, Jay moved too—casually, hands in his pockets, matching the path without matching the pace.
Mark threw a glance over his shoulder. "Why are you following me?"
Jay didn't miss a beat. "Following you? Please. I'm going this way too."
Mark muttered under his breath, "Of all the roads in this village…"
Jay raised a brow. "Didn't realize you had it reserved. Should I ask permission next time I take a walk?"
Mark didn't answer. Just kept walking. Faster.
Jay matched him. "Wow. That city cardio's still intact. Impressive."
Mark stopped. Turned. "Do you always talk this much, or is it just me who inspires you?"
Jay grinned. "Only when I smell fake charm and unresolved superiority issues."
Mark stared at him. "You haven't changed."
