I watched my bachur put on his worn out shoes and I felt him staring at me from the other side of the room.
And when I drove to school past the new house my friend is having built I almost ran smack into him!
The soton lurks, sneaks and waits patiently for opportunities to strike. He sees me wishing for better things, for more things, for things that other people have.
And then I saw him slink away. But not too far away. He left me for the time being, but I saw him settle in close by. Watching. And waiting.