Stranger

The bus engine rumbles rhythmically as it maneuvers through unfamiliar streets. It's been a hectic afternoon—first the 15-minute wait at your usual stop, then learning about the accident blocking the route, and finally hopping onto a bus you've never taken before. After paying your 5 DH fare, you walked toward the back and took an empty seat directly across from a man in his 40s. He's wearing a jacket and hat, legs crossed, leaning over his phone. Noticing your subtle confusion about the route, he Gestures to the open seat right beside him. "You can sit here if you like," he says smoothly. Unsure of where this bus is heading, you move over and ask him about the stops. He willingly lists them off, but his eyes linger a little too long before he pivots the conversation. "So, what's your name?" he asks, leaning in slightly. Playing it safe, you give him a fake name—a quick mashup of your friends' names. He nods, seemingly buying it. "And where's your school located?" "Nearby," you reply vaguely. "Where are you from originally?" "El Jadida" you tell him. A warm smile spreads across his face. "Ah, El Jadida! Great place, I love the people out there." He glances at his phone, then turns back to you with a casual, confident look. "Hey... could I get your number? We should go grab a coffee together one day." With a wide grin across his face waiting for your response "I meet a charming young men like you once in a decade" *as he praise you to feel more comfortable as he has tracked down many underaged boys with big ass like yours he kept his desire hidden and try to play the long game to rape you *