"Can I help you?" She asked, keeping her tone neutral but guarded.
To her surprise, he smiled, waving a flier in her face, "I'm sorry if I startled you, I was going to call your attention but you seemed kinda...lost in thought, I guess." He chuckled nervously.
Maya eyed him, although he appeared harmless enough, she could never be too cautious. But when he held the flier close to her nose, she found herself unable to turn away. There was a picture of a large crowd gathered around what looked like a bonfire and it had large messy scrawlings on it that read; UMAF'16.
"You can have it," He wagged the paper in her direction and she hesitantly collected it from him.
"It's the annual arts festival and the event is in a week," he explained, "It's a huge gathering for those who enjoy art, musi
