I didn't say anything to him since I didn't know how to strike up a discussion. This is even the first time someone has been nice to me. I feel like he's just planning to trick me sooner or afterward, saying there are hidden cameras all over, and I will rapidly discover I'm on a live TV broadcast making an idiocy scene for myself once more.

But what am I thinking? Minutes have passed, he just stood beside me. He's too quiet, likely. His eyes are meandering through my body. It isn't exceptionally comfortable since he saw it. I suddenly stood up and secured my body with his coat. It's a great thing this warm leather is enormous and can cover down to my knee. I bolted the zipper up to my neck then looked at him side-way. He put his veined hands on his pockets then let out a tremendous sigh.

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't know someone was here."

I snort at the thought. They probably didn't hear me crying or screaming earlier. Well, I can't blame them because I am dumbfounded at the absence of their presence. If only I hadn't come out, I wouldn't know they were here too.