Elena

He sat in front of an old restaurant I used to frequent when I was younger, drinking a cup of tea and trying to avert his eyes when I saw him.

He was definitely not someone from around town because if he was, he would most likely be eating the restaurant's signature pasta.

Feeling as though I was cornered, I picked up my pace and made a mental note to take another route from the farmers market when I was going back.

Luckily for me, there were no more incidents on my way back since I took the other side, but I was still apprehensive. With every couple of...