Catching His Little Stalker

Among the existing crowd, Draven whistled as he walked the streets by his in-tuned instincts. He dodged the after-match greasy fingers and corn breath. While he was occupied, pair of lens buzzed above and clicked his photo. He took a glimpse of the sky. 

Quickly, the drone ducked into the crowd. Seeing the sky empty, hsi muscles stiffened 'That's strange! Why do I feel someone watching me...'

Draven whistled, he swiped a cap from an enthusiastic fan and framed in on his crown and purposely side bumped into a man and stole the letterman jacket hung on his forearm "Hey! Watch where you are going, buddy?"

"Sorry" Draven said, hiding his contempt behind an apologetic smile.

 Reckoning Draven was chicken, he grunted and turned around "You better be" 

In that moment, his quirky fingers pulled the jacket from his grip; unnoticed.  Draven snickered and flipped the jacket over his shoulders and continued walking.

"Vernon, can you