Desiree hadn’t been taught to talk to strangers. Really, it was sort of a common sense thing nowadays. There was danger in it, for sure. You never knew what a stranger was capable of until you saw it with your own eyes, whether it be good or bad. You didn’t know if the person you were talking to was a serial killer or a bank accountant.
... But she really wanted to get by this guy that’d been walking like a fucking sloth for thirty minutes now. Going around wasn’t an option; it was a tiny sidewalk with the muddiest mud she’d ever seen in her life on one side, and a busy street on the other. She’d been behind this asshole for so long, she wasn’t even sure if she was even awake or just sleepwalking behind them. There wasn’t much else she could do other than tap them on the shoulder and ask them to move it, was there?
“Excuse me, can you please walk a bit faster? I’m in a bit of a hurry, you see..”