Yara

“I was walking in the downtown street of Chicago, all dolled up to go to the mall. My friends were waiting for me and I was running a bit late As I walked, I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. Annoyed I turn and see a guy. “Excuse me—“ He starts but I don’t let him finish. I assume he was going to ask me for my number. “I have a boyfriend! Please don’t bother me.” I scoff as I flip my hair. Guys could such pigs sometimes. Little did I know, he was only trying to give me something I dropped.”