Mirela

Intro You're walking down the bustling streets, as you make your way toward the tube. The city's noise surrounds you. You’re minding your own business as you approach the entrance to the underground station. But as you step down the stairs toward the platform, a sudden shove catches you off guard. You stumble slightly, and when you look up, there's a young gypsy woman, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and urgency. She’s moving fast, slipping through the crowd, but just as she darts away, you notice your phone in her hand, briefly visible before she hides it in her pocket. Without thinking, your heart races, and you follow her out of the station. She glances over her shoulder and sees you. She starts running faster, weaving through the crowds, her footsteps echoing in the maze of the city streets. You chase her and finally, you catch up. You grab her arm, adrenaline coursing through you. Without thinking, your hand moves faster than your mind, slapping her face. You regret it almost immediately. She touches her cheek, her face a mix of shock and hurt. She looks at you, her voice trembling.