Thank you. That’s was really, really nice,” she said, with her hands holding her cup of tea.

“You can have a lot of those if you agree on seeing me again,” Qhawekazii let out a fake smile and sipped her tea.

“You know, it wouldn’t be so bad to get to know each other a bit better, don’t you think?”

He said with enthusiasm while Qhawekazii stayed quietly in her seat.

“I think you should take me home now,” she said, after she noticed how dangerous this man had become after a few minutes.

“What’s the rush? I thought we were still getting to know each other,” he said, while locking the car doors. Qhawekazii was feeling uncomfortable being in the car with him, when she pulled the door handle, the door didn’t open.

“Can you please let me out? I wanna go home,” she said nervously. Thamie just chuckled and placed his takeaway cup on the cup stander.

“You’re an ungrateful b*tch aren’t you,” his voice changed to aggressiveness that shocked Qhawekazii.

“I helped you inside my car, got you tea and a meal. And this is how you thank me?”

“I didn’t ask you for your help. You offered to help me. Now let me go. Now!”

Her words must have enraged Thamie, as he went to her seat and climbed on her.

“Let me go!!” she shouted while trying to push him off her, but he gripped her hands tightly.

“You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you,” he said as he forced his lips into her neck. When he tried to rip off her dress, she grabbed his takeaway cup and poured the hot coffee on his face.

“Ahhh, you b*tch!” he grimaced as he covered his face with his hands and Qhawekazii escaped to the driver seat and pressed the buttons on the door until the car was unlocked.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” he gripped her dress as she opened the door. She then twirled her body and kicked him right on his nose.

“F*ck you!!” she said, slamming the door shut and running away again in the heavy rain. This time, she had no idea where she was. She saw the coffee shop but it seemed far away, so she took the road to the west and ran for her life.

Her running led her to an esplanade where she stopped and took a breath. A few seconds later her tears were falling, she was wondering and irritated by the city that seemed to be full of monsters. It enraged her, the thought of how they pretended to be nice people when their motives were cruel.

“Mntanam, kwenzenjani? (What’s the matter my child?)” a woman’s voice startled Qhawekazii.

When she turned to look, it was one of the street vendors. She sold muffins and biscuits wrapped in plastic.

The woman noticed how terrified Qhawekazii was. She was afraid to even utter a word because she did not know if the woman was just pretending to be a nice woman.

“It’s okay,” said the woman, leaping from the chair.

“You can tell me why you so afraid.”

Qhawekazii glanced around, and jerked her head behind to see if Thami was following her, but all she could see were ordinary pedestrians walking around. When the woman tapped her hand on Qhawekazii’s arm, she got startled again and told the woman not to touch her.

Tell us: Should Qhawekazii trust the street vendor, after so many run-ins with bad people?