He started shouting towards me, I don’t know what exactly but I knew that if I turned around then that would be his invite to come over.
At the same time, I was also unsure if he was shouting at me thinking I was a genuine girl or if he was getting abusive because he had figured out that I wasn’t what I made myself out to be.
I ignored him and carried on my way without looking back, hoping that he wasn’t going to come running after me swinging his fists.
I was lucky and that was the last I saw of him.
I turned right off this road and continued my journey up the street, heart racing in case of any further encounters..