Nearby, two other food stands cluttered with greasy tables caught my eye. Shirtless, middle-aged men with bloated bellies sat around, casting lecherous glances my way. I hadn't realized how quickly I'd rushed out. I was still in my nightgown. Then, I found myself huddled on the steps by the road, feeling vulnerable and alone.
It was nearly midnight.
This deserted alley wasn't exactly buzzing with available taxis. I felt a cold sweat starting to form. Just as I was about to reach for my phone to call the police, a drunk man staggered toward me, swaying with a beer bottle in hand.
I noticed a wedding ring on his finger as he slurred, "Hey girl, how about a drink? Out here alone this late? Two hundred bucks, come with me."
My face went cold as I stepped back. "Get lost! Stay the hell away from me!"
Fueled by the alcohol, he got angry, lunging at me and smashing the beer bottle on the ground. Luckily, the noise caught the attention of a passing car. The driver stopped and offered to take me home. I couldn't stop shaking from fear the whole ride back.