The Little Black Book
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK With my head down, I trudge down the street towards my apartment building. Just as I was about to cross the street, I glance up and catch a glimpse of a person in a bright red jacket on the other side of the street. For some reason, it appears as though they are purposely headed straight at me. So I pick up my pace and add in a few weaving steps to get, but the stranger matches my weaves and steps into my path, forcing me to stop short.