Troubled
It had already turned night time, lights had dimmed and the streets were nearly deserted except for a few drunk people and those that came back from work later. With her fingers wrapped around her bag, she pressed it firmly against her chest as to keep it close while quietly shuffling through the streets, wanting to get to her destination as soon as possible, as she didn't feel all too comfortable being out at night on her own. Her rather short legs were able to translocate her to the park rather quickly and in the process she even managed to avoid all drunkards in the streets.
As soon as she reached her comfortable and familiar spot, she put down her bag after taking out a small blanket, one that had been used as something to sit on for over a million times. She had practically claimed this particular spot, simply because she was able to see everything while people were hardly able to see her as she was hidden behind some bushes. After practically installing her whole working place, she took out her sketch book along with some pencils and placed them on top of her legs. She had been ready for a night filled with pretty much everything except sleep.
She wasn't sure for how long she had been seated there, but time had passed and she had managed to create a few smal sketches, which she all carefully put away not to ruin it. Taking out another pencil, it was then that she got interrupted by the loud voice of a drunk man, causing her eyes to widen and for her to immediately reach for her stuff. Her actions, however, paused as soon as the man inched closer and seemed to have found her hiding spot. Other than a few, overly sexual compliments, she couldn't make out what he was saying, as most of them were incoherent drunk mumbles. Leaving hadn't been an option either as the man forcefully took a hold of her arm, leaving her with no other option than struggling against his hold.