Xavier's POV
There had been very little deliberation on my part when I followed closely behind the car, watching Emelie carefully from a distance as she wandered about the different little shop setups, seeming slightly flustered by the crowd, then awed by all of the art surrounding her. It was cute that her eyes had lit up at the sight of the artwork on the street, cute when she took little sips of her coffee, and amusing that she'd gotten so close to the violinist, curiosity ripe on her expression.
I wasn't sure if following her had been an instinctual urge to chase my preferred prey or just my selfish urge to remain close to her for a while longer, but I'd had no intention of approaching her. I would just watch from afar, make sure she was having a good time, and let my eyes have the
