Staring back at the hotel for one last time I walk away as fast as I can. I can't help but think of how foolish I would look if the lady who dropped me came back found me staring at the same hotel they knew I was staying in.
I walk faster and I am even surprised how my legs are capable of doing so at this time of the night, and when I reach the man with the cart he yelps. I look at him and if I wasn't escaping death I would have given him something to yelp at and he wasn't going to yelp as he had, he would have yelped for the next five minutes or so.
I looked at him and thought in my head, "for god's sake man, the streets are well lit."
We stared at one another and I swear anyone looking at us could think we knew one another, but no. I don't know him, he doesn't know me.
