How Could I Possibly Be Inconspicuous Novels & Stories

Hunter stiffened as she did. "If you want to follow someone without being noticed, don't stand up too straight. Instead, hunch over slightly to appear more relaxed. Avoid fidgeting too much and keep your gaze forward, not down at the ground. If you seem too anxious, people will immediately spot you," Vic explained gently. Hunter felt a rush of emotions as he heard the exact same advice his deceased friend would always give him. Subconsciously, tears welled up in his eyes. It was because he missed that friend so much.

I might have just gotten here yesterday but I do not want to start feeling claustrophobic. I turn into a cardinal before I make my way out of the glamour. That way nobody has the chance to see me shift. I might be too cautious but it is better that than someone finding us. Elle has been succesful at hiding for so long that I would hate to ruin that at this point.

Like a secret that will dissolve the instant it becomes known to more than one person. Some truths are fragile that way. So I disguise myself. Nothing dramatic. No magic. No illusions that would ripple and announce themselves to the wrong kind of eyes. Just dull clothes with hair braided plainly and my scent muted with herbs the Mage once taught me to use. I look like a traveler with coin and nowhere important to be. I look like someone passing through. Someone unimportant. Someone who will not be remembered. Perfect. I slip out early in the morning when Damon is in meetings and the estate is caught up in the business of the day. I slip out like I have the right to leave. Like I am not carry

I keep walking. Don’t stop. Don’t react. Don’t let it show. Because if I do, if I give them even the slightest reason to think they’re right then it's over no one can find out not like this. I make it to the restroom before I let myself breathe. Actually breathe. My hands grip the edge of the sink as I stare at my reflection. I look the same. Don’t I? Same face. Same body. Nothing obvious. Nothing that should give me away.

By the time I stepped into the Brand Management floor, the whispers had followed me. They didn't even try to hide it. Eyes lifted from screens. Conversations paused mid-sentence. And then...... silence. Not complete, but noticeable enough. I kept walking. Head high. Steps steady. Expression neutral. I had chosen my outfit carefully this morning. Nothing too bold. Nothing that would draw attention unnecessarily. A simple blouse, tailored trousers, and low heels. An outfit that would scream, she's approachable but doesn't want you to approach her. I'm not here to make friends with anyone. I'm only here to uproot spies.

You needed to be very careful when navigating this world. I wore a black and white long sleeve flannel, black jeans, and a black hat. It was best to dress as inconspicuous as possible. Unless you wanted to attract attention you didn’t dress to impress. After braiding my long blonde hair, I was out the door. I was meeting someone not very far away from my apartment. Since I lived in such a crappy place, shady people weren’t very far away. The morning was sunny, but the crisp fall air greeted me and I was glad I wore a long-sleeved shirt. I walked with one hand in my purse, clutching my stun gun, and my head straight forward, knowing if I looked at someone wrong, I could start something I didn

I thought about how funny it was, not funny-funny, but the ironic kind of funny. A few days ago I was practically invisible in this school. A ghost. People looked through me without meaning to because I simply didn't register as significant enough to see. I'd spent a year and a half perfecting that invisibility, keeping my head down, staying small, not wanting to be noticed. And now I was hiding in a library corner specifically to avoid being seen. "Hi Cass." The voice came from just behind the shelf to my left, easy and familiar in a way that immediately cut my concentration. "Mind if I join you?”

But understanding something and being comfortable with it were two different things entirely. He dressed quickly and without ceremony—dark trousers, a plain shirt, the kind of clothes that allowed movement without announcing anything in particular. He had learned years ago that the most useful thing about his appearance was that it could be adjusted to read as almost anything depending on context. At Damien's side in a boardroom, he was the attentive personal assistant. At a social event, the quiet friend. And when he needed to follow someone across a city without being noticed, he could be practically invisible. Today he would need to be invisible.

She turned to Cali and asked. "Can you do me a favor?." The woman smiled, "Anything for you." ~ "Hiding in plain sight is the best way to disguise yourself. Avoid making eye contact with people you know, keeping your head low and walking calmly and slowly. Looking as if you're busy, as if you're on your way somewhere in particular with something to do will ensure that you look inconspicuous." The woman was packing my hair in a ponytail.

The trick is to blend in. Don’t walk too slow, but don’t walk too fast, either. Act like you belong. Have a destination in mind and make your way there without eye contact, but don’t look like you’re actively avoiding people, either. Just move like you’ve got places to be, errands to run and people tend to leave you well enough alone. And if you see cops coming —for the love of God— don’t run.