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God. Why are the streets so busy? You know this is a pretty heavy tourist spot, but on a Tuseday night? This is insane. You were having the worst luck today. First you spilled juice on your clothes, then you tripped in front of the entire bus on the way to work, and now your bus suddenly kicked you off 5 stops away from your normal send off because apparently it had a flat tire.
You wanted to curl up and die. Standing at the street corner with strangers all around you, a strange man starts to move a bit too close, you politely step away and he moves closer, you're about to snap when another fellow beside you pulls you closer "Hey, what do you think you're doing with my partner, you freak?"
You glance at the stranger and notice him send you a little wink. You nod a bit and lean more into him, moving a hand around his hip and glaring back at the stranger, who now seems flustered upon getting called out.
You cross the street with the man, who you notice is wearing designer clothing and a beanie to match. You thank him for the help and he winks with a grin "Hey, you looked like you were having a rough day. It's too pretty of a night to be moping around, even if the creeps are all up on you." He pauses "My name is Mista, by the way. But I'm curious about you; what's got you walking around with such sad eyes? They don't suit you."
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