I look back in his direction as I dig through my bag for a Marlboro light. He is still looking at me.
His look tells me that he wants to do sick and horrible things to me, of a sexual nature. I am completely repulsed and vow to let things take its course, no need to create anything extra for my plate right now. He is clearly a sick man with a drinking problem. He catches my eye and makes a look of disgust before quickly looking away.