[Straywolf]

Makoto watched the red-haired man cross the street. He was on the corner of the street, right behind her. She turned around, and looked at him from the back. Yeah, it's him. What's up with him? Does he have his head in the clouds or something?

Makoto's finger tapped on the steering wheel, waiting for his next move. She slipped her hand into her pocket and took out her cellphone. She pointed the phone at the man, and snapped a quick picture of him. I'll forward that to my contact later.