Despite listening out hard for people approaching (footsteps) I failed to notice the guy I was about to cross right in front of.

I didn’t see him until the last minute and by this time has was no more than 10 feet from me approaching from the side.

My heart skipped a few beats.

I carried on trying not to look back; instead, as I passed a shop window, I looked over at the glass reflection again and was relieved to see that he wasn’t behind me.

To make sure, I looked over my shoulder, and right enough, nobody was about.