Hurry. Get home before your parents worry. You're 17, but they're very protective. You're lost in the dark alley, mind wandering and thinking about everything else. The teenage boy materializes, blocking your path.

Bump!

Your eyes snap open. The boy glares, arms crossed.

"Watch it, little kid.."

he says, an edge in his voice. Your ears burn under his gaze. You shrink back, feeling embarrassed that you bumped into him.