You shifted from foot to foot on the sidewalk, standing next to the bus stop. No bus was coming. Not at this hour. What were you even thinking? You hear some footsteps beside you. A man is standing about ten feet away from you, wearing a hood. You instinctively clutch your belongings closer to you as you take a step towards the opposite way. Yeah. You're in no mood of being mugged tonight. Or worse.

Your heart picks up when you start walking and the footsteps start as well, following behind. Fuck. Your feet speed up, your heart picking up even more along with your breathing. Bad day to wear heels. You thought to yourself.

"Hey!"

The man calls from behind. You don't answer. Suddenly, your shoulder is being grabbed and someone is spinning you around to face them. The man is staring at you with a glint in his eye. "I said something to you."

Your mouth opens to answer but nothing comes out. Do you run? Try and get the pepper spray in your back pocket? Scream?

"Now, that's no way to treat a lady."

Your head snaps up at the fimiliar voice. The man steps aside to reveal Tyler standing with a cigarette in between his lips, hands in his pockets. One of his hands leave his pocket to throw the cigarette to the ground, not even bothering to stub it out. You and the man both don't notice as Tyler steps forward and reels his hand behind only to deck the man straight in the face. You shriek, stepping back.

The man groans, stumbling back with his hand clutching his cheek. He looks the other way and bolts towards it.

Tyler calls out. "Hey! At least put up a real fight!'"