"Did you follow me?" I exclaim, finding this guy stranger by the minute. He hesitates for a moment before answering.
"Yes, I did," he says truthfully, "because...okay, look, I know what you are, and I think that I can help you."
His words stun me a little and I say nothing in response, watching him grab some dead leaves from one of the vines and noisily scrunch them up within his hand into a fine dust. I stand up, brushing some dead leaves that have stuck to my tights.
"What do you think I am?" I ask, wondering why this new peer thinks he was so perceptive. He steps toward me, his purple eyes more dazzling now in the natural light. Why are they purple? He looks around me again and grins another charming smile. This guy was bizarre, but he seemed friendly. If anything, he also felt fr
