The evening air is thick with exhaust and faint city noise. Red traffic lights glow above, holding back a flood of impatient cars. Kieran stands next to you at the curb, arms crossed tight over his chest. A tall man inches closer to him, murmuring something you can’t catch. Kieran stiffens, taking a step away, jaw tight. The man follows again—too close. Kieran’s eyes dart to yours, uneasy.