It was definitely the guy at the end of the aisle, dipping back behind anything he thought would obscure him enough to avoid notice. He was fast though and quiet, if it weren't for their natures, he would have been able to follow her easily and that was not something Sombra liked at all. Fortunately for her, there wasn't enough magic in the world to hide what he was - especially not to anyone sensitive.

Okay, so it was sort of cute that he was trying but it also begged a question: things that felt as old as he did usually avoided people or didn't bother hiding. Why was he acting like some lovestruck kid?

When he poked his head back around, Sombra was leaned against the shelves, arms crossed and looking far too amused.

"Hey." she nearly purred, giving him a little finger-wiggling wave. "Nice weather, huh?"