Alex knew he was paranoid (since he had always been), but he couldn’t shake off the feeling someone was watching him. He turned around, a beer bottle in his hand as he finished off his drink. He had cut back on his drinking, but he liked to have something every now and again. He caught the gaze of the one who seemed to be staring at him. “You do know it’s impolite to stare.” He pointed out as a smirk played upon his lips.