Lindsay followed the older woman, wanting to get as far away from whoever that man was as possible. She didn't speak as they moved, instead glancing behind her every so often, as if worried that he was somehow following. She wasn't normally a skittish person, but something about him had left her unsettled.
Soon, her feet were starting to ache and she finally spoke up. "I think we're good," she said, stopping and putting her hands on her hips, trying to breathe. "Who was that?" Then after a moment, she added, "and what are you doing here?"
She couldn't remember the name of the girl she had been seeing the night she met the woman, but she definitely remembered the woman.