Fuck it, I'm telling a quick personal story.
I was 18, Pittsburgh, culinary school.
I worked at a Japanese spot in Station Square, which is across a bridge then a mile walk through downtown from my dorm. I made the walk late at night every night, being a bartender. I'm a martial artist, and a generally dangerous young man (in my mind anyway), so whatever.
One night, this guy in this little red two-door was tailing me the whole way, only stopping at every corner until I got down the street a bit, at which point he would continue following. Now I'm a 6'4'' black dude in a shirt and tie. Where I'm from, the only person who's going to TAIL me is either a cop or someone who is actually after me for something I'm not offering.
If you've never been in this situation, let me tell you.... you run scenarios because there is no logical, safe reason for a person to be following you at night. Do I run? Nah, not yet. Maybe I'm tripping. Or he's a cop. So I continued on, but my level of alertness was sky high.
But I HAD TO make a decision on what I would do if this guy is a villain. I'm by myself, and I know nothing about who or what is in the car. My mind jumped to some abduction shit. So when he caught up to me, in my mind, he was either an officer or a DEAD MAN. Who else would follow me? If he gets out of the car without a badge, it's over for him. Period.
So anyway, he rolls up next to me really quickly, and I was calm. I jumped back on the curb. But instead of jumping out, he rolled down his window and said exactly, "Can I suck your cock for money?"
I flat out told him, well first NO, but second that he has no idea how close we were to fighting for our lives. Like I really gave it to this guy. He muttered a terrified "sorry" and sped off.
Okay, story time is over. I only shared that to give the perspective of someone who has been followed around by a stranger, after the sun was down. It gave me chills reading this story, because my mind went back a decade, and I can only thank God that old pervert didn't get out of his car with a gun on his waist. Because, let me be clear, we would've been fighting for that piece.