Linda Wu was looking away from me, toward the alley entrance, waiting to see if anyone was coming. I took advantage of this.
"I wish I were invisible," I whispered. "Along with my clothes!" I added hastily when I saw my t-shirt visible while I wasn't.
Linda turned back to face me. I would've given just about anything to have had a camera of her expression.
"What the fu -- " she began to say.
"Where is he, Linda?" said a man coming down the alley. He was big and had a couple of even bigger friends with him.
"He's gone!" she said. "He was standing right here, but now ... "
"Who was he anyway?" said another man. "What did he do?"
"You mean you didn't see me?"
"Sure! I always like seein' a local celebrity."
"But -- there was nothing unusual?"
"Well," said the first man, "for a moment, I thought -- naw, never mind. You'd sue me for harassment!"
While they continued to talk, I snuck quietly away.
That night, back home and visible again (yeah, I was tempted to sneak into a few ladies' shower rooms I knew of, but I figured I could do that later), I was watching the news.
I was nervous. Would she say anything? I couldn't take the chance.
"I wish, that if Linda Wu tries to say or write or in anyway communicate anything about me or what happened to her, instead of talking, she'd sound like ... "