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At 15, I was walking to my friend’s house with my friend. We need to catch a bus and we noticed that a bus had been there for a long time so we ran up to it. There was a man who was at the bus stop ( for a while) and he only got on the bus when we did. He sat across from us and said that we were so beautiful and young we are and that we shouldn’t waste our beauty. As we were about to get off the bus, the man went to get up too, but thankfully another man started to talk to him and then he sat down. I know that if the guy didn’t talk to the man,the man would have followed us home. Once we got to my friend’s home, we told my friend’s mother and she said that we need to be careful. She told us that one of her friends ( an athletic and strong women) was attacked by a man on her way home. Later, I told my family this experience with the man on the bus. My mum and sister were glad that nothing happened. But my brother didn’t see the problem. He said that the guy was just being nice and that we were just overreacting.