The bus is late and making you late with it. You glance down at your watch as your foot taps against the pavement impatiently.

"Hey! Show some for me, will ya?" The disturbing comment makes your head turn and you try to shift away from the group of people it comes from. But they keep making you uncomfortable with more sneers.

A woman steps in front of you protectively. "Get lost, you bastards!" The rude group leaves abruptly, having got caught. She turns to you worried. "You okay, sweetheart?"