Better On My Own

Not me.
As I approached the dead-end street where I fought the British guy I spotted my bag on the floor. It must have fell when it all went down.
'Shit, shit, shit, my bag! I have to get it!' I cursed at myself.
Thank God it was resting near the sidewalk, making it easier for me to pick it up while I ran by.
I stumbled a little but successfully got it and continued to run.
I did a sharp turn at the next street and almost bumped at some girls.
"Hey! Watch where you going!" One of them complained.
"I'm sorry!" I screamed in response, gazing at them and catching a glimpse of him tripping and apologizing too.
He was hot in my heels and I needed to do something to lose him. I couldn't think clearly because the only thought in my head was 'I WON'T go to jail!'
I kept repeating it in my head but it was taking me nowhere. So, I decided to put my attention on my surroudings and suddenly recognized the street I was in.
Then a bell rang in my mind.
'The subway!' I mentally high-fived myself.
'That's it!'
I took the next left and then the succeeding right until I arrived the Avalon station.
I jumped over the ticket gate and rushed up the stairs.
"Stop!" I heard him shout from the bottom of them.
To my big luck, the metro was almost leaving and the final call echoed.
Right after I got in, the doors closed and I was out of reach.
I turned around only to see him standing on the other side, face to face with me. We both breathless.
My eyes grew bigger when I looked at him.
I've never seen eyes as pretty as his in my entire life. They were a mix of green and honey... kinda hard to explain. I found myself lost in his gaze.
It was alluring.
The sun was setting and reflected his features beautifully. He had a sharp jawline and short light brown curly hair.
He studied me just like I did him.
The metro started and he watched me leave.
'Damn.' I thought.
'That was close.'