Take the bus.

You know there is a bus stop less than a block down the street, so you decide to head that way.

Within a couple of minutes, you reach the bus stop. The bus stop itself doesn't have any lighting, but most of the buildings on the street are well lit, leaving the bus stop bathed in dim light.

When you arrive, there appears to be one person already waiting on the bus. He is a lanky white man, in his late teens or early twenties and wearing a black hoodie. When his attention turns to you, he makes no secret of the fact that he is checking you out, his eyes trailing slowly over your form, drinking in every curve of your body. A faint smile plays at his lips as he pats the bench beside himself.

Wary after your earlier encounter, you cautiously take a seat on the bench, setting as far from the man as you are able. With half an eye on the man, you watch the street for the bus.