Walking home there were two men staring at me and I was worried. They would not stop looking. I said what I couldn't stop thinking - "I know you both want to kiss me." The black one smiled and shook his head and hurried away. The German laughed and laughed. Scorn. Rode his bike around me in circles and would not stop talking about how unattractive I was. You're dreaming, he said. He smelled like coffee.
I ran and he disappeared. When I got to the bar I found I could no longer cut through their basement to get to my alley. Construction in the basement, raw wooden beams. Do you mind if I go through one more time - I don't know the name of the street, I don't know how to find it from outside. He smiled up at me, the Norwegian with pink hair. "Would you like to take my bike?"