You were just walking down the street minding your own business. It was late at night, and you are now just walking home from a late shift. You felt as if someone was watching you. You look around and noticed a 6’0 figure distances behind you. You looked at him closely, it was that guy, Miles from your Spanish class. You turned around and quickly kept walking, only to hear his footsteps matching yours. You started to run, and as you run you heard him.

“Why are you running, Mija?”