Subway would be fastest.

The nearest subway station is right across the street from your apartment, and you're apartment is right next to the intersection. With a definite skip in your step, you head down to the light, humming as you wait for the light to change. You get a few catcalls and wolf-whistles as you do, and while a part of you is displeased, you also find it pretty hot-- flattering, even. You swallow your taught guilt and decide to enjoy it.

The light changes, and you hurry across the street. As you descend into the underground public transport system, you pull your subway pass out of its pocket in your purse, not even having to pause until you reach the correct platform to await the train.

It's the middle of the day on a Monday, so the platform is nearly empty. Now, in such an empty, enclosed space, the stares from the strange men a few feet away are starting to creep you out a bit. You glance up at the sign hanging nearby. 15 minutes until the next train. You swallow hard, pulling out your phone and pretending to play around with it. From the corner of your eye, you notice two men coming closer to you, clearly trying to look inconspicuous, even as they continue staring at you. Both are dressed in old, dirty clothes, unshaven and just generally looking like they're probably homeless-- you're friends with enough hipsters to know the difference.

You glance up at the timer again. Still 15 minutes. God, that train can't come soon enough.

Soon, the men are on the bench immediately behind you. 14 minutes until the train comes.