“Maybe you should slow down,” a voice says from behind me. I don’t register that the warning is aimed at me until an awkward bout of silence passes. Judging by the bass of the tone, the voice belongs to a male—one whose presence I can feel hovering behind me. The voice is thick, like crushed velvet, and it has a honeyed undertone to it. But as pleasant as it might be to listen to, the advice is unwelcome. “Did you know it’s rude to stick your nose in other people’s business?”
