[After seeing not one, but two other acquaintances today, Layton has been keeping a sharper eye out for familiar faces in the crowd. It isn't realistic for him to expect any single person out of so many in his life to make an appearance. He knows that. But there's still a certain manner of dress, a certain tone of voice, a certain shade of hair that makes him turn just to be sure.
He's absently scanning the storefronts when he moves past a troublesome spot of glare on one window, forcing him to look away and blink the spots out of his eyes. When he turns his gaze back and looks through the window, he freezes. Maybe even stares.]
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He's absently scanning the storefronts when he moves past a troublesome spot of glare on one window, forcing him to look away and blink the spots out of his eyes. When he turns his gaze back and looks through the window, he freezes. Maybe even stares.]
Claire...