"What's a girl like you doing here alone?"

She gave him a strange look. And another question is left unattended.

"Got a family? Aren't you afraid of getting kidnapped or something?"

“Dude. I’m not a girl.” she said briefly. She fixed the straps of the backpack on her shoulders and let out a tiny groan. Making sure she appeared disinterested. So he would leave her alone.

He appeared oblivious. And interested. Because all he did now was stare at her. Hard. “Sure you are.”