Dee’s POV
“Look, just don’t hurt me, okay?” I blinked down at where Cafeteria Boo sat, curled on the floor, hands thrown up to block a punch that was never going to come. “You want to rob me? Go for it! There’s two hundred in cash right in my wallet. You can have my phone too! I saved all my pictures already. But please, if you do decide to take my wallet, Miss Lady Woman Madame…Sir?”
I moved if only to lean back to put him at ease, but that seemed to freak him out even more. “Ahh—Oh God, please don’t kill me! I’ve got so much to live for!”
“I’m not going to kill you.” I took several steps back, my hands up, palms out, so Cafeteria Boo knew I wasn’t going to do something drastic.
When he took off running when I called him out, I figured it was because of cops or something behind me. I never realized that he might have run because of me. Was it the baseball cap? The all-black athleisure wear? Did I look like an undercover or something?