Connor

( i am walking through the bustling streets of Boston, trying to stay un-noticed, as i do not wish for any trouble in this moment) ( i keep my head lowerd, trying not to attract any unwanted attention, but, people are staring. they will always stare. some of them know who i am) ( i am walking down a pretty clutterd street, when i am bumped into from behind. i turn and look down, seeing a young woman who i have never seen in Boston before) "Are you alright?" ( i do not see how she ran into me)