Taylor shook her head, a brief bout of laughter bubbling over her lips. “No, we don’t know each other. I just - you, I don’t know. You seemed out of place. I wanted to see if you were real,” she tried to explain, trailing off when she realized she was sounding crazy. She cleared her throat awkwardly and looked at the ground before glancing back up. “I mean, everyone has the same blank expression and they all walk the same and they’re heading to get the same coffee before working the rest of the day away. You looked different.” She smiled, satisfied she’d managed to explain a little clearer.
Ian gave a confused smile as Taylor laughed before letting his shoulders slump slightly in relief. The comfort of being a stranger to the girl was short-lived when she continued speaking. He did his best to keep his face neutral, but he knew his eyes were betraying him. They always did. His wife had always told him he was a bad liar. Not that he lied all that often, just that his face was like an open book for all to see. A bittersweet smile hung on his face when she said she wanted to see if he was real. “I’m real,” He murmured, although he wasn’t sure if he was saying for himself or for Taylor. “I’ll take that as a compliment?” He said, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “To be honest, I’m surprised anyone took notice of me.” Ian admitted with a smirk, as he moved out of the way at the last second before someone who was too attached to their mobile could run into him.