Babara knew she had been dancing too close to the streets recently. She knew that it was only a matter of time before this eventually happened. She didn't know Xzavier's voice because she had watched him from far all this while. Thinking she was about to be robbed, raped or worse, she began to beg profusely;
"Sirs! Please don't harm me-"
Xzavier thundered; "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!" She did.
"What the hell do you want?!" He asked angrily.
Xzavier had every right to be pissed. The past couple of weeks had been particularly difficult for him. He wasn't the paranoid type, neither was he a superstitious person. But lately, Xzavier simply couldn't shake off the eerie feeling that he was being watched. It caused him a great deal of discomfort. He couldn't verify this suspicious feeling, and yet he couldn't seem to shake it off completely.
