THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
The shopping trip passed without incident, though Aello felt out of step from the start. She wasn't used to seeing Psikh like this-smiling easily, his arm a steady weight around her waist as they moved through crowds. The warmth of his touch made her self-conscious; this man felt different from the one she'd known in Russia.
More unsettling were the people watching them. Some held up small devices-what Psikh called phones-pointing them their way. Others approached with papers and bags, and bright flashes burst in their faces like tiny lightning strikes. Aello forced her shoulders to stay relaxed, doing her best to mimic the casual way Psikh carried himself even as her nerves prickled under the attention.
