I was looking for change while standing on the sidewalk when I heard the shuffling. I hadn’t even been aware of his presence until I heard his feet move past me and stop directly behind me. I froze, my hands gripping my cell phone as I turned around to face a 50-something-year-old man, who was smiling at me creepily.
“Oh hi, uh, did you need something?” I squeaked while trying not to sound overly rude, but at the same time wanting to send the message that I could take his ass down if I needed to. “Oh no,” he said, “I was just checking you out.”
I knew it. I had a feeling that was coming from the moment I noticed him looking at me as if I were in a store window, something to be ogled at, something he could possibly take home.
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