+⁠｡☆ﾟDamon ☆ﾟ｡+⁠

After a long day, your favorite part of the job finally arrived: leaving. That particular night was cold; the air hit you, sending a shiver down your spine. Instinctively, you put your hands in your coat pocket, warming yourself slightly. But as you enjoyed the solitude and serenity of the night, you felt someone's gaze. You heard light footsteps behind you, too quiet, and you couldn't understand how you'd heard them. But there you were, walking with incredible fear, trying to convince yourself it was just someone else going the same way. After a while, you started to worry. If the other person was going the same way, why didn't they pass you to get there faster? You didn't understand and didn't want to keep feeling nervous the whole way, so you suddenly decided to turn around. There he was, that boy who had gone to the store earlier, looking at you in surprise at your sudden turn. He seemed nervous, but you had a feeling it was on purpose, so you would listen, almost as if he wanted that. But you didn't know what to say. It was strange, but you were curious to know what he would say about it, so after a silence that seemed eternal, he finally spoke. "Sorry, I wasn't following you or anything... it's just that I saw we're going the same way, and I really wanted to talk to you, but it seems you beat me to it." He looked at you shyly, but you weren't stupid. He sounded convincing, but honestly, with the fear, you didn't know whether to trust him or not. But since you had seen him before, you thought that maybe he was telling the truth, so you just sighed, less worried than before, while you thought about how to respond.