15-18/F from Hong Kong. HK's a pretty safe place, right? Low crime rates, no guns, overall decent security. Surely visiting a shop on the 16th floor of a commercial building would be no big deal.
This happened today, just three or four hours ago. I was wearing what looked like a Japanese school uniform (People do that here sometimes.
Especially in that part of the city I was in, where anime/comic/game subculture is bustling) and found this neat little shop from a link online that looked interesting.
Walked around a bit, found the building. It was a commercial building on the less populated side of the area, not even a mall.
Typical place that sellers would want to go for without forking out a truckload of rent each month. Headed into the elevator and three people entered behind me. That made four of us.
Three buttons were pressed in the elevator, which meant that two of us were getting out on the same floor.
Me and this older guy, who was in his 50s or 60s. Nice, it always rustled my jimmies when someone got off on the same floor as me. I wondered what he was looking for.
The floor seemed majorly empty- A few shops were on the left, and everything on the right looked closed.
"Hello." He stopped me and spoke to me in English, instead of the local language which he most likely knew as well.
I asked myself whether I'd met him before - He looked like a grandfather at a glance. Well that, or a homeless person.
"Hi." Maybe he was lost. I've stopped countless people on the streets to ask for directions myself. He extended a hand for shaking and I give him the wet fish handshake.
Maybe he was a foreigner and that constituted 'being kind'. I probably shouldn't have shaken his hand at all but it's too late now, isn't it? His hands were coarse with age.
"Can I have your number?" Did I hear right? I said nothing and contemplated just walking away. Just another delirious person, maybe.
"Are you Japanese student?" I noted his front teeth as he spoke. They were crooked and yellow, and one them were rotated about 45 degrees to create a massive gap.
I told myself that he probably smokes but I didn't smell anything and he didn't seem drunk.
He repeated the word 'Japanese' a few more times, slowly enunciating each syllable in case I couldn't pull the meaning from his sentence.
"Oh." He looked vaguely disappointed but leaving was obviously not on his mind. "I am practice my English." He muttered something along those lines.
"Do you have contact information."
"No." He was probably really into Japanese culture. Seems like the type who keeps junior idol gravure magazines and shi--
He gestures desperately to the darker side of the corridor and then puts a finger to his lips. "Follow me. Don't tell anyone."
--t. Ok, well the alarm bells were blaring. Noped the hell out of that one.
I turned to walk away, casting a glance backwards to see him walking towards the weird side of the corridor and turning down what must have been an emergency staircase.
I prayed that the shop was open - Would be more than awkward to have to go back in the lift with that guy should he decide to loiter.
Luckily it was open, and he was gone when I left two hours later.
Odd thing - I prided myself for being observant of people, especially in elevators. But sadly enough the only thing that jumps out to me about this guy was his teeth.
His height, shirt color, etc. just flew out of my head during the course of that minute-long convo.