The itching on the back of my neck became even more annoying, and aware of what it could mean -though not clear on why I had started developing this sort of sixth sense- I stopped to observe my surroundings.
"Is something wrong, Ivania?" Alan asked, genuinely puzzled, while looking at me.
I had no way to explain what was happening, so I kept silent and pretended I had heard something strange. In reality, my eyes scanned the few people walking on the sidewalk at that moment. There was nothing or no one out of the ordinary. A middle-aged woman walking her dog, a couple holding hands, and a group of three young people talking, seated at the bus stop. On the other side of the street, the scene was similar, except for a man who, perhaps thinking I hadn't seen him, quickly turned a corner.
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