Roaming around, downtown sunset. Disoriented and wanting dinner. Didn't know what street we were on, didn't really care. I was with the two guys, rough and tumble but softer inside. I took long steps to match their pace. "Why are you walking so fast?" "Only to keep up" I said. "It's not too bad" I said. I never told them how tired I was.

We walked some more. It got cooler. We got hungrier. And the further we went, the more sketch the neighborhood got. "Stay between us" they said. "Hell no" I replied. And they moved so I was in the middle anyway. I am fragile. I look like a child. I am a girl. I am decent prey.

We got dinner. They stayed by my side. Life shouldn't be this way.

A girl wants to walk home at dusk by herself. The world is not ideal.