The Time My Lock Screen Saved My Life.

So, I’d just turned 19 years old a few months ago and my parents decided I needed a job or I was going in the military. I am VERY afraid of going into military duty because of Donald Trump, not being able to lose 20 pounds to get down to the mandatory weight of 130 Lb, and the horror stories I’ve heard from women. (Some of which included harassment, or never being heard from again, but that’s for another story of course.) Getting a job was the only way I could “fix” my life as well, so I took the first one that came to me at a KFC up the street. My sister had been working at the other one across the street from the Air Force Base and I was advised to work at another location because they don’t hire family members. After working there a few days, I’d been quite “popular” with the customers. Both men and women would leave their numbers at the counter for me everyday in hopes of a call from me, but I never called them because I’m not interested in women, and I wasn’t interested in any of the men I came across,being that they were up to 25 years older than me, didn’t own a job or ambition, and not to mention that my preference for asian men there’s little to none around where I live) But anyways, I was at the counter taking orders and feeling as tired and beaten down as usual while contemplating quitting right then and there, when an older black man came up to the counter. Now, I have had my share of older black men coming to my job. But this one was different. I only knew he was older because I could visibly see grey hair. Not because he looked old. If he’d gotten rid of it, I’d believed he was in his early 30’s. He was truly handsome. I spoke with him like I speak with all the other customers, and he seemed no different so I’d taken it that he wasn’t interested, because of this. But he was. He came back often, and eventually he just came to pick up one of the cooks from the back because they were friends. And that’s when he came to me, and told me to take his number. I’d taken it, but never called or texted him because of the fact that my iPhone has had an issue where it just simply will not text a phone that isn’t an iPhone. Maybe this was a sign. But days went on and close to the end of my stay at KFC before I quit weeks after, I came into work. This day, I had on my normal KFC uniform (which was ridiculous looking on me might I add) and my hat was off. My hair was side parted and flowy. It looked quite nice that day. I knew I was gonna hate working that day (clearly, because I hated all of the days I was there) but I thought I owed it to myself to feel good that day. I walked in, and there the man was. He was standing there looking at me as well as the other customers. I went straight to the back because I didn’t know what would follow if I didn’t get straight to work. But then I remembered I had to use the restroom. I tried to ignore it, but I went anyways. I finished up and walked out of the door. THERE WAS THE MAN. He was standing in the corner waiting for me. I thought no one had seen me, but apparently he had. He’d asked me why I never called him, and confronted me about “giving him the wrong number” when I most definitely did not. He got into the way of the door, and I couldn’t run into the kitchen to get away from him. But this next part saved me. I was holding my phone in my hands, and my lock screen went on because I was pressing on the button on the side that turns it on. I’d had a picture of Bts’ “Suga” or Yoongi (which ever you call him) on my phone as my lock screen. He’d looked down, and said “Is that your boyfriend?” I had no clue what he was talking about, but I said yes because I felt like he’d go away. He then, backed up and walked off. I discovered that Yoongi had saved me from this man. I felt so saddened that he would never know what he’d done for me, but I felt better because I knew that this wasn’t just something that happened for no reason. Everything happens for a reason. Although, I do wonder what would’ve happened if I’d left my phone in the breakroom that day. Or if I’d forgotten it inside my pocket. Thanks for reading! And be sure to stream Yoongi’s “D-2”. I feel like the least I can do, is say that.