Run for it.

Scampering to your feet you grab your purse and push past him and race into the only place of refuge you think you have to try to think over your options. You duck into the women’s bathroom and slide the latch closed.

‘Wow I can’t believe how well I move in these’ You think stupidly to yourself as you look down at the platform boots on your feet.

“Hiding from someone?” You hear from behind you and realize there must have been someone in the women’s bathroom that simply didn’t lock the lock.

Turning you see.