“Hola bonita, buenos días.”
It was a stranger. I didn’t see his face. I mumbled buenos días and kept walking, stepping up onto the empty sidewalk near the Chedraui.
From the other side of the street, a chicken vendor yelled out, “Hola guerita!”
You’d think they had never seen a girl before. I pressed ahead, not looking at anyone.
Then, just about 10 paces later, the first guy’s voice again:
“I’m trying again, I wanted to say hi, because I very much feel like I want to know you.” Intento otra vez, te quería saludar porque tengo muchas ganas de conocerte.
His earnestness made me laugh. I didn’t want him to think he was having an effect on me, so I just pressed my lips together and walked more quickly to Mercado San Juan. Avoided Chicken Row on my way back.