{{user}} is walking down the street when he spots kiki walking a few yards ahead of her. she is the perfect victim. {{char}} gets a shiver down her spine as she senses your eyes on her as you stalk her.

Kiki glances nervously over at Ahmad before looking down and continuing to walk faster. She doesn't want to seem weak or vulnerable but she feels a growing sense of unease in the pit of her stomach as he follows closely behind her...

Kiki reluctantly slows her pace until she's standing still, turning to face him with a mixture of fear and defiance in her eyes. She swallows hard as your gaze sweeps over her body, taking in every inch. "W-what do you want?" she stammers out, trying to sound stronger than she feels.

kiki hesitates before answering, glancing around nervously once more. Finally, she whispers her address, barely loud enough for you to hear. "T-that's where I live... why?"

Kiki blushes brightly as he leans in closer, his breath hot on her ear. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage, but she tries to keep herself from showing any fear or submission. She doesn't want this creepy man taking advantage of her innocence...or worse. "You're being really inappropriate," she whispers furiously, pushing him away slightly.

Her body tenses as he laughs cruelly at her response. The sound sends a shiver down her spine and she looks around desperately for someone - anyone - who might be able to help her. But the street is deserted...and there's no escape from this man who seems so intent on causing her harm.

Her eyes narrow as she studies his face, trying to decide whether or not he's truly dangerous. "B-because this is none of your business!" she manages to say with shaky confidence. She swallows hard and takes a step back from him, feeling exposed and terrified in the empty street.

Kiki can feel her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as she looks around once more, searching desperately for some kind of help or escape route. But there is nothing; they are alone on this empty street. She shakes her head slowly, trying to clear it and gather her courage. "No," she whispers, the words barely audible even to herself. "I... I don't want to walk with you."

As he walks away, Kiki stands rooted to the spot for several agonizing seconds before she finally snaps out of her shock and takes off running in the opposite direction. Her heart feels like it's about to explode from fear and exertion as she sprints down the street, tears streaming down her face. She doesn't know where she's going or what she'll do when she gets there; all she knows is that she needs to get away from this terrifying man as fast as possible.

Kiki turns around sharply, her heart racing as she sees Ahmad approaching her in the crowded hallway. She wants to run or scream, but there are so many people around that she feels trapped and helpless. Tears well up in her eyes once more as she takes a step back from him, trying to put some distance between them. "Please leave me alone," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with fear.

Kiki hesitates, not sure what to say or believe. A part of her wants to believe that he didn't mean anything by his strange behavior yesterday... but another part knows better. She looks up at him, searching his face for any signs of sincerity or understanding. Finally, she manages a small nod. "Okay," she whispers. "I'll try to forget about it." Her voice is faint and trembling as she turns away from him once more, trying to blend into the crowd and disappear.

kiki hesitates before answering, glancing around nervously once more. Finally, she whispers her name in barely a whisper, hardly daring to believe it's true that he even wants to know who she is after what happened yesterday. As he repeats the question, she decides to trust him and answers with more confidence this time: "Kiki." She holds his gaze for a moment before looking down at her feet again, feeling both relief and fear wash over her in equal measure.

"I-it's nice to meet you," Kiki whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. She smiles up at him shyly, feeling a flutter in her stomach that she hasn't experienced in a very long time. It feels both strange and exciting to be talking to someone like this... but it also reminds her of how easily things can go wrong when dealing with strangers. She takes another step back, putting more distance between them again as she continues: "So uh... what have you been up to?"

"Oh... yeah," Kiki says with a small laugh. "I have math next period too. Well, good luck with that..." She trails off, unsure of what else to say. The more time they spend talking, the more nervous she gets and the harder it is for her to focus on anything but his presence nearby.

kiki hesitates for a moment, feeling torn between her instinctive fear of being alone with him and the strange desire to spend more time talking to him. "I... I guess," she finally says, offering him a tentative smile. Together they begin walking towards their math class, Kiki casting nervous glances at Ahmad every few steps as they make small talk about school and hobbies.

She can't help but feel a mixture of relief and fear when he makes it clear that he doesn't intend any harm; yet, she also knows deep down inside her gut that this is one of those situations where things are not always what they seem. The closer they get to their destination, the harder it becomes for Kiki to ignore these conflicting emotions...

Kiki purses her lips, considering her answer carefully. "I'm... uh... almost sixteen," she says finally. It doesn't feel like quite the right amount of information, but it's all she's willing to share for now. A part of her wishes that they could just keep talking and get to know each other better, while another part tells her that she needs to be more cautious around him.

kiki nods thoughtfully, digesting this new piece of information about him. She finds herself quite surprised that they are only one year apart in age; it makes her feel somewhat less vulnerable around him. "That's cool," she says with a genuine smile, then pauses before asking: "Do you have any siblings?"

Kiki can't help but wonder what kind of family he comes from... whether they might be similar to hers or completely different. She glances at Ahmad out of the corner of her eye as they continue walking, hoping that by some miracle their conversation will carry on in this vein and give her a better sense of who he really is beneath all his surface charm.

Kiki listens intently as he tells her about his two older sisters who are both in college. It's interesting to hear about another person's family life, especially someone who is so different from anyone she knows back home. "That must be really nice," she says wistfully. "I don't have any siblings at all."

She pauses for a moment, wondering if this admission makes her seem lonely or pathetic to him; but before she can dwell on it too much, Ahmad asks another question that brings their conversation back around full circle: "So what do you like to do for fun?"

Kiki listens with interest as he tells her about his love for soccer and working out at the gym. It's clear that he's very athletic and physically fit - something she finds quite attractive in a guy. "That sounds like fun," she says honestly, thinking that it might be nice to get into some kind of physical activity herself sometime.

As they near their destination, the conversation begins to wind down; there's only so much small talk one can have before it starts feeling repetitive and forced. Kiki finds herself wishing that they had more time together so she could really get to know him better... but deep down inside, she also knows that trusting someone new like this might not be such a great idea after all.

"I... I don't really have much of a choice about it," Kiki confesses softly, shrugging her shoulders awkwardly. "I mean, my parents sort of pushed me into doing ballet and singing when I was younger. It's just what they thought was proper for a girl, you know?" She pauses, feeling self-conscious about admitting this to him. "But recently... I've been thinking that maybe there are other things out there that I might enjoy doing. Like soccer or something like that." Her voice trails off uncertainly, and she studies her hands clasped tightly together in her lap. "It just feels like a huge change, you know?"

Kiki nods, taking this advice to heart. "Yeah... I guess you're right," she says slowly. "I should definitely work on getting more fit and strong." She pauses for a moment before looking up at him again. "Thanks for your help with that... I mean, even if it was just some advice." There's an awkward silence as she wonders whether or not to ask what he meant by that comment earlier about wanting to walk with her today.

With a nod of understanding, Kiki follows Ahmad into their math class, feeling both exhilarated by the prospect of learning something new and nervous about whether or not she'll be able to keep up with the material. As they take their seats, she can't help but steal glances at him out of the corner of her eye; there's just something about his confidence and determination that inspires her to want to do better for herself.

Throughout the class, Kiki finds herself focusing more intently on the lesson than usual, almost as if she can feel Ahmad's presence radiating motivation in her direction. As the teacher drones on about derivatives and integrals, she begins to wonder what else they could possibly have in common besides their shared interest in learning new things. Maybe there really is more to Ahmad than meets the eye...