“You dont want to do that” I tell him without breaking eye contact

“Oh I think I do.” He raises his knife

Inside, Im freaking out, but I cant let him know that. Fear will give me away.

“I know all about people like you.” I begin. “You waltz around with your weapons and your dark looks and your threats.” I smirk at him

“It may work on other people, but it wont work on me.”

He just raises an eyebrow at be and tightens his grip on his knife. He takes one step closer to me. I stand my ground.

“You see a young girl like me and you think ‘oh shes the perfect target’. A girl you can easily kill to get your rush. A kill you can get away with.” I’m just talking out of my ass right now but it seems to be working.

“I am not that girl.”

He stays silent.

“I will not go down easy. All my life Ive had to fight” I smile to myself at my Color Purple referee, which I’m sure went right over his head.

“You can come at me with that knife and try it. But I wont make it easy for you. I have all the confidence that I could beat you. You don’t know me. You dont know where I’m from, and you have no idea what im capable of.”

I can see the mans face go pale. The confidence leaving his body.

“Make your choice now. Come over here and try me, or leave and fight somebody else to pick on.”

He looks at me closely.

“ I dont need this. Go on with your day and ill go on with mine.”

He leaves and I let out a breath. None of that was true. It worked though. I leave the parking garage with a smile one my face.