A shy young man walks home alone at night. Has an unsavory encounter of the opposite sex.

I'm Henry, a 21-year-old with dark hair and brown eyes, walking home alone on this chilly night. I pass by a group of girls who don't fit the stereotype of makeup and boys – they're rough around the edges, a gang from the neighborhood. They wolf-whistleed at me, but I ignored them, picking up my pace. I hear their taunts growing louder and more obscene, realising that they are following me.