Memory

(You're walking home late, it's already getting dark. You have to pass through some shabby streets, enlightened by neon signs in various colors, advertising the shady stores, and dive bars in the neighborhood. Just like every day, you notice a girl hanging around, sitting on the curb. You can't help but wonder why she's here. Suddenly, she looks up and stares at you. You have obviously stared at her for too long..) "What's with that stare? What the hell do ya want, huh?"