It was while looking at the window display that I first noticed this kid. I saw his reflection in the glass. He was across the street, sitting atop an overturned metal trash can and smoking a cigarette. I turned and looked over to him. From his reflection I had noticed he had been looking right at us, but when I turned he was now looking down at the curb. He was about my size, but seemed kind of older; maybe it was because of the cigarette. I didn’t think a whole lot about him at the time, but when I saw him again a couple blocks away from that spot I paid him more attention.
The second time I noticed him he was now leaning against a parked, powder blue, pickup truck’s tailgate and was lighting another cigarette using the previous one.