She was just starting out and barely knew anything. Cautiously wandering along the silent New York Street as she always did on a late Friday night, she ran into a deviant man. He seemed to her that he was about her age, but she noticed something was not right about him. He had dark hair and light blue eyes; she thought to herself it must be contacts. He was Tall and skinny and had crooked teeth also extremely slurred speech, is he drunk? Perhaps he was on some type of drug, she asked herself fiercely. Before she could turn direction he approached her and asked in an obnoxiously deep voice "What you doing 'round here lady?" She did not know what to say so she ignored his rude question and kept walking without changing her pace... she glanced back and acknowledged that he was not going in any path except for hers.