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I straightened up and fumbled my jacket like I was trying to fix it and had just dropped something.

The woman, who looked about 5 years older than myself, walked up and greeted me.

“Hey, are you alright?” She looked me up and down. I had made sure to change into normal clothes. I Was rocking a hoodie and jeans with vans sneakers. I looked like a regular teenager from this pack.

“Yes, I was just… there was this guy that I didn’t want to run into” I tell her, lowering my voice.

She lets out a laugh, a good one.

“Oh, gotcha, been there. Need a hand getting by him?”

“Actually, that would be awesome.”

“Where are you headed?”

“Not that way,” I joke as I throw my head back the way I came and she laughs again before nodding.