It took Uranus exactly three streets to figure out she was being followed. She didn't turn to look, not any more than someone would normally do when crossing the street or turning a corner anyway, but that same young man was there each time she did glance behind her. Besides, that itchy feeling that came about when one was being watched wasn't going away.

Uranus was curious, herself, and not about to let the guy disappear on her without her having the chance to ask what the hell his problem was. So she let him, pretending she hadn't noticed, and kept up her brisk walk towards the edge of the city. If he followed her that far, past the crowd of the marketplace, she'd turn the tables on him. Maybe.