As you ran, you didn't have time to thing. You were fuming on pure instincts to be save.

Quirky, your jacket landed in the alleyway, you put your hair down from the ponytail and threw over your sweaters hood. You saw a Café with outdoor tables. You had no time. Within seconds your bag made it over the table falling down to the floor, you sat down in such a storm the table shook, you grabbed the man's cap and sunglasses an don't them on yourself.

"Don't yell. Please..." you whisper hastily.

For a moment he wanted to yell, yes, but he's utterly confused at what just happened so he just looks to the side, then back at you. "Is this some prank?"

"No!" You whisper, "help. Please. Play along. Engage!"

His expressions turn grim for a moment, wanting you lean across the table to cover your face. Something wasn't right, that much is obvious.

He leaned back himself, taking a more relaxed expression. He called over the server and ordered another cup of coffee.

From outside, it looks completely normal. With your quick thinking the person who was chasing after you didn't recognize you. The simple black pants are one of many others. Your black shoes too. Everyone has those.

From your peripheral vision you saw your chaser move away. You exhaled loudly.

The man across form you raised a brow, "Care to explain yourself?"