"How about..A light?"
"You got a bit of weed?"
"No."
"Cigarette?"
"No."
"What about a phone charger, got one of those?"
"FUCK NO."
Who is this guy and why does he think I'm a convenience store?
At this point her tears had been replaced by the fear of this creeper rampaging. It was a little easier coercing her into a vehicle, ensuring she would get home safe.
She eventually went home, and I was alone. Left to my own devices, I couldn't sleep. All I could keep thinking about, amidst the post-break-up-blues was the conversation with the homeless man.
This is why I'm fucked.