all drenched in perspiration after my run, i spotted a tattooed man pacing back and forth at my lift lobby while talking loudly on the phone - i thought nothing of it.
as i stepped into my block's elevator, he followed me in almost immediately after - to my surprise. out of instinct, i hit the second floor of the elevator and then feared for the worst, while he reached for the second last floor (thirteenth).
with my fists clenched tight, the elevator doors closed.
on a normal day, i sure as heck would've been pretty irritated by anyone who tries to get to the second floor by the elevator. i wondered if he was annoyed too.
i thought about all the times i didn't take up Krav Maga classes despite running past the school all the time.
i thought about how i could possibly apply my novice Muay Thai punches i learnt from class earlier this week on him and how i was about to fail so terribly.
i thought about all the things he could do to me; touch me, take my new phone, hit me. i don't know, my mind was running.
the elevator door opened and i stepped out, half ready to be yanked back into the elevator, by my ponytail, or maybe my arm, or my favourite secondary school tee, whichever his arms grabbed hold of first.
nothing,
i caught the next elevator home.
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