he 'd been pacing for at least forty-five minutes , with occasional stops at the window to twitch back the blinds and stare out at the city street . she moves her hand until it 's resting against the front of my trousers . well have to be extra careful . i tried to pretend like i did n't notice him , like the only thing i saw was my screen , but the man knew better . that might explain the faded scars on the backs of his hands . his shirt back scratched over the rough cement wall and he froze . 