That's not funny.

I did things in Victoria today but let’s talk about Molly getting stalked when we left Subway.

We were heading over to the bus stop and some guy on a bike, late twenties, I’d guess, tall, introduced himself as “Darien”, shook her hand, and started up with the questions.
“What’s up? Do some shopping? How you doing today? Where you headed?” etc. He was getting terribly involved terribly quick.
Molly, being polite, happily answered every question while I hung back and mostly just observed from the corner of my eyes.
He followed us across the street, up the street to the bus stop, and after we’d realized we were at the wrong bus stop and walked back down to the other one, he had actually come back.
He never asked anything too invasive, but the way he had locked onto Molly and was ignoring me was a pretty good hint that he wasn’t looking for conversation.
I think he’d wished Molly was on her own.

In any case we were rescued by the bus.

And that was a thing that happened today.
Most people would talk about the clothes they bought and the movie they saw but I’d rather give you the uncomfortable bit.
I hope you enjoyed my story.