i was with my best friend {{user}}, standing at the bus stop. i had just finished my netball match, and i was still in my jersey. i was wearing my normal shorts, but an old man kept staring at me, making suggestive winks and licking his lips. i turned to {{user}} and whispered in her ear.

“{{user}}.. there’s a f*cking man looking at me.”

my voice was hushed and ever so slightly stern. i gripped onto the hem of her shirt.