He sprints along as I try to keep up with his large strides. I pant the whole time, my legs and lungs crying out for mercy as we go along.
I watch as we round the corner onto another street. He continues running again, but before we get much farther, I desperately pull him behind a large trash bin, hiding us from view.

I double over in exhaustion trying to catch my breath after the horrible experience. I look up again, expecting to see him doing the same. Instead, he just stood there normally, trying to get as small as he possibly could. Wow, I really am out of shape.
" What was that!?" I whisper - yell at the stranger. Gosh, I barely knew this person and I was now hiding away from passing eyes with him. Great way to die, Crystal. I mentally curse myself at my such stupid actions, before slowly stepping away from the creep. I was no longer as interested in my question I had asked.

Before I had time to walk back out onto the street, I hear a frantic call.
" What are you doing? Get down! They'll see us!" He whispers back, flailing his arms as he spoke.
I look nervously down at the boy who looked sincerely concerned. I'm about to regret this, but he wouldn't hurt me, would he? I sit back next to him, just as I hear the loud pounding of running feet on the other side of the bin. I hold my breath to catch what the people were saying. Sadly, they yelled over each other, so I have no idea what words were said.

The loud noise slowly fades away after a few moments, so I stand up thinking it safe. Wonder what that was all about? What ever that was, I would not want to mess with those people. I should probably get back to work before someone notices I was gone. I was already late, I don't need this on the list as well.

I glance over my shoulder at the stranger behind me who was still breathing rather fast. That group must have startled him, as he had made no effort to move. Jeesh, he doesn't look too good. He looks as if he wants to hurl. I watch him through the dark space as he wipes his forehead of sweat, still listening for sounds of the crowd. He then randomly starts feeling around his legs, looking for something.
He tosses and turns, searching through his pockets and ground around him, before his groans and hits the back of his head on the wall. He must have lost something.
"Is everything alright?" I ask generally concerned.
He shakes his head back and fourth in response.
" You don't happen to 'ave a phone do yeh?" he says. I listen at his words as for the first time I noticed he had a weird sort of accent. I conclude it as a European country accent.
" I do, but it's back at the shop. You can borrow when I go back if you want to," Great. I just asked a complete stranger if they wanted to not only see where I work, but use my personal phone. Sometimes I wonder how I am even still alive and standing.

Silently hoping he would decline, he nods his head and stands up a long side me. He wipes off his bum and looks up at me.
" Just look to see if da coast is clear," he says. I walk back out into the light of the day, turning my head in both directions, looking for the mob. I notice nothing so I begin my walk back to the shop. I hear the sound of two feet behind me as I make my way back.
" Thanks for the help, Crystal?" He asks, leaning forward to look at my name tag I was wearing.
I nod my head in response, wrapping my arms around my cold body.
" Cool name," he comments. I nod again in reply as I open the front door of the shop.

Notes

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