I feel like because I live in a collegetown, if something had happened to me, something would have been mentioned about what I was wearing.
But it was 100 degrees that day and I was baking.
He was asking about a phone charger...from there, where I was from and what I did for fun.
He had a weird posture when he spoke; standing with his arms crooked at his side like he was getting ready to do the chicken dance.
What kind of man stands like that?
The weirdo psycho killer kind.
I'm really not the type of girl a guy can just walk up to willi-nilly...I'm just not.
If a guy from around here is going to approach me, he has to be a little bit out of his mind or just straight up criminal.
As I was getting up to leave he kept saying, "you don't have to leave, you can stay for as long as you want..."
I packed my things and walked away with a tight smile and a brief, 'farewell, nice to meet you'.
I think I escaped death.
chain bag....Amrita Singh