The bus was 20 minutes late. It was almost 11PM.
I was alone at a dark bus stop when a biker in leather pulled up and just stared at me. A well-dressed man sat beside me, smiling kindly.
“I’ll wait with you,” he said. “That biker gives me the creeps.”
Relieved, I chatted with him. He asked where I worked. Where I lived. Every time he leaned closer, the biker revved her engine.
When the bus arrived, I left quickly. As we pulled away, I saw the biker talking to police — pointing at him.
My phone buzzed: City Alert. WANTED. DANGEROUS.
The “nice” man was a suspect targeting women at bus stops. The biker wasn’t threatening me — she was protecting me.
She’d received the alert earlier and stayed nearby until police arrived. The engine revving? A tactic to disrupt him and warn him he was being watched.
That night changed me.
Predators don’t always look scary. Heroes don’t always look kind.
Now, when I see someone alone and uneasy, I don’t look away. Sometimes safety starts with simply standing together.
Trust your instincts. Don’t judge by appearances. And never underestimate quiet courage.
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