I'm not going down without a fight. I start reaching for my knife as I spin around. Right as I'm about to pull it from my pocket I look at his face. It's not him. It's just a stranger. I give them a nod out of politeness and quickly head into the bathroom. I can feel myself shaking and there's a weight on my chest. I have to stop this now or someone will notice that there's something wrong with me. Going through stall by stall, I check to make sure that no one is in here. Once I'm sure I'm alone, I go into a stall and lock the door behind me.