<div style="text-align: center"><b><u><span style="font-size: 18px">Marty</span></u></b>​</div><br/>The rain was annoying, but Marty found himself splashing more than necessary as he stomped through puddles on his way to the government building that issued out permits, his yellow raincoat taking the brunt of the splashes.  It was already annoying being in the city, uncomfortable even, having strangers stare at you for no good reason other than to stare. As his thought began to spiral down the deep thinking rabbit hole he would often find himself in, he happened to look up and notice one of those stares.<br/><br/>It was a woman, older than himself by quite a few years, but he could only tell as much by the confidence she held. Otherwise he probably would have thought her younger. No young woman his age had -that- much confidence. That came with time. Her eyebrow was cocked at him, and it only fed into his previous thoughts.<br/><br/><i> They're always staring. It's like they've never seen any farmers come into town before or something.</i>It irritated him, but not enough to engage. She was only staring, after all, and he supposed it wasn't a crime to do so.