Just in time, I bump into someone and I accidently drop off all his music sheets. "I'm sorry", I blurted out while helping him picking all those music sheets.

I fasten my pace and walk into the market. I could feel someone was watching me from my back. My body stiffen as I could feel the creep out of me. This is not good. 

As there's only few steps left till I reach in front of my door, I turn around and face the later.

"What do you think you're doing?", I ask with a cold tone.