Opal’s never had a bad feeling. Apprehension is something that’s foreign to her, but she understands that it exists. She takes everything at face value. If it looks harmless, it is harmless, right?
But maybe she shouldn’t be following the fair-looking one down the street like this. It might be considered creepy or stalker-ish, but she swears she’s never seen anyone like them before. Maybe if she could stop them to talk, she could satisfy her burning curiosity.