Run.
That was the first advice from my instincts but I was unknowing glued to my feet. I had no idea what to do, if I had to run, or if I had to scream for help. It all felt too confusing.
For all I knew he could be armed. I turned around on my heels and tried to make a dash for it but he stopped me with a gentle pull of my wrist.
I stared between my wrist and his face and with my free hand, tried to yank my hand out of his grip. It was all to no avail.
"Gigi please listen to me, I can promise you that I mean no harm, all you have to do is listen to me talk, please." He searched my eyes for answers, and tried to see if I was willing to let succumb to his pleas.
I calmed my nerves when I found the truth from his words in his eyes and then, he slowly let go of me.
"I know you are afrai
