I was 17 years old, and I was sat in the car with my younger brother, who was sat in the front passenger seat, and we were both waiting for our dad who had popped to the shop to buy the newspaper.
Then, this man, must have been in his late 40s or something, stopped his car inches from ours. I could see from the corner of my eye that he was looking at me - I hoped that it was just a glance, but it was a stare. I looked at him wearily and there he was - this dude smiling at me. I looked away, but he was still staring at me and it began to scare me a bit, so I told my brother a man was staring at me. My brother went to look from the car, but then the man drove off in quite a speed. I'm just glad my brother was in the car with me!
What about you guys?
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