Waiting for the bus
I was alone at a bus stop waiting for the last bus of the night. I had been at a party where I was trying to connect with people from school. I wasn't actually interested in going to the party but I went to try to build relationships. As an introvert, this was a stretch for me but I thought I should go. It was dark and clearly not the best part of Ottawa but I felt safe enough as there was still a lot of traffic going through the intersection, there was a gas station behind me, and street lights shone. I was also young and in grad school and naïve. I noticed a car pull into the gas station parking lot and the person inside motioned for me to come over. I shook my head and turned and walked a little in the other direction. The car drove away. Weird. The same car returned and the driver indicated that he wanted me to come over. I turned around and the car left. After this happened three or four times, I decided to cross the road and use the pay ...