His dark glasses hid his eyes but she could feel his stare. Alia clutched her pepper spray tightly and decided to take whichever bus came next. She would have walked home if it wasn’t for the pouring rain.
A few uncomfortable minutes later a bus stopped infront of them. A young boy got off as Alia hurried onto the bus. She turned to see if the man was still staring at her and blushed.
Her fear gave way to guilt as she watched the man unfold his red tipped cane and let the boy guide him towards the waiting bus.